作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr/Rakim Mayers/Chris Martin

[Intro: Raekwon, [?], C.L. Smooth & Snoop Dogg]

Hold up, and analyze

Come on, get on, get some-

Listen close as I prove my point

We do our things son

Hold up, and analyze

Come on, get on, get some-

Listen close as I prove my point

Ready to make an entrance so back on up

[Chorus: Nas & A$AP Rocky]

Yeah, no comparison, we more solid than they are (Uh)

Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like new Gang Starr (Uh)

Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods

Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God (Yeah)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]

Wake up out the bed, scruffy, sparkin' my J

Shine my nickel-plated, then I'm startin' my day

My old lady called me, "Baby," told her, "Pardon my age"

Twelve shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs

We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience

Hear some niggas talkin' nonsese, call up Nasty Nastradamus

Rock the pearls and diamonds, break the promise, break her wallets

Break her heart and break her pockets, takin' notes like guidance counselors

Aristocrat like a chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers

The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up

Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah

Tryin' to **** the world, but my pants still up

Tryin' to invest to all my Gs before we rest in peace

Before we rest in peace, the rest is set

The record is set as soon as I release

The room is streets, I roam the streets with no security

They know a nigga overseas, uh

Kinda swag that's passed from your mom and dad

Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (Yeah, yeah)

Might've peeped the billboards fifty feet when out in traffic (Yeah, yeah)

Starin' at a nigga's pictures, shit, you bound to crash (Uh, yea, yeah)

[Chorus: Nas]

No comparison, we more solid than they are

Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like new Gang Starr

Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods

Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God

[Break: Raekwon, Nas, [?] & A$AP Rocky]

Hold up, and analyze (Yeah)

A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal

Come on, get on, get some-

Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah

[Verse 2: Nas]

Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up

Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us

Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts

Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts

Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8

It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake

It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced

I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced

Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me

Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV

I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G

Got my first par of J's, thought I was two-three (air)

Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace

'Cause we sure to rest in peace

My shorty is a piece, a piece of mind, a dime piece

I might buy her a piece of property

You might've had some joints

But ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen

[Chorus: Nas]

No comparison, we more solid than they are

Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like new Gang Starr

Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods

Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God

[Break]

Come on, get on, get some-

A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal

We do our things son

Listen close as I prove my point

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]

Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy

Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy

Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah