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Nas, DJ Premier & AZ - Light‐Years - My Story Your Story
Light‐Years
01. My Life Is Real
02. GiT Ready
03. NY State of Mind, Pt. 3
04. Welcome to the Underground
05. Madman
06. Pause Tapes
07. Writers
08. Sons (Young Kings)
09. It’s Time
10. Nasty Esco Nasir
11. My Story Your Story
12. Bouquet (To the Ladies)
13. Junkie
14. Shine Together
15. 3rd Childhood
Sos', sound crazy right here
Yeah, immaculate
Sound like we opening new spots in Vegas
It been a minute, Esco (oh, indeed)
Every time the right time

Yeah, ladies, y'all invited
Always, always, ladies
Let's get money now, let's get money on 'em
How much we talkin'? Tryna diversify the portfolio
What else, God? Everything else
Well, let's get to it, yeah

My story, your story, weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories, I could cry more stories

Fuck a orgy, touch her face, two mouths kissin' on me
Fuck off me, can't fuck 'em all, that's too costly
Saucy, suck her softly, awkwardly fingerfuckin' her cautiously
Talk to me, that's that joy brought thoughtfully
The mature me, there's more to the story, glory
Surely, switch sides for the Lyft ride, the fish fried
It's them guys with they money up
Diamonds jumpin' like Bobby with a Gumby cut

Choosing wisely, high as the movie Friday, one hundred blunts
Pre-roll, never we fold, fuck it, heat hold
But me though, had to piss OZs out for my P.O
We herbalists, raised by gangsters on streets that's murderous
Work too much, taking vacations more, it work for us
Thanks to us, it's more fly living and less angel dust, tangled up
Up in the mountains, don't let 'em hang you up

My story, your story, weed high, war stories (whoo)
Get fly, raw stories (fly), who could cry more stories?

Glasses tilt pour for me, brownstone four stories
Eyes on all glory, we outgrown them worn Mauri's
With the mic cord, I could talk to GD's and Vice Lords
Folk Nation, Mexican gangs, that's doin' life for it
Crisscross, crash out, kitted cars cashed out
Cul-de-sac glass house, solar facts, ask 'bout
Twelve Jewels, Show and Prove, Earth revolve around the sun
To know whom and what you are, food shelter bound to come

Love, peace and happiness, this is what we rappin' with
Still, we ain't havin' it, relaxed around the savages
Exactly what our fabric is, others are embarrassin'
Arm and hammer balancin' sneaker box what the cash was in
Battleland, back then bricks built from a half a gram, ashy hands
No gloves cookin' up, had a master plan (whoo)

My story, your story, weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories, I could cry more stories
My story, your story, weed high, war stories
Get fly, raw stories, who could cry more stories?

360, this crazy right here, this was needed
We needed this right here (turn up)
Yeah, another joint, yeah
Tied one, we tied the knot on this one, yes, sir
QB, what's goin' on? Brooklyn
BK, worldwide, yeah
Serious right here, Bronx
Y'all wanted this, Harlem
This what y'all wanted
Staten Island (what else y'all want?), Long Island, yeah

Esco, what up, Sos?
Time is perfect, it is, man
What this, your 20th joint, huh?
This is like, yeah, I can't even count no more
Serious right here, man
You know what I mean?
You know what I mean, bro?
Feel good, this feel good, man

This feel like Delancey Street, this feel like (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Feel like Albee Square Mall, it feel like
Yo, this is, this is, this is, this is 2030 right now
We from the cloth, kid, yeah, boy
Preemo! Preem!
Shit another classic, man, bring it to a closure

A little story
A little story
A little story
A little story