Noah Goldstein - Queens Get The Money lyrics

[Produced by Jay Electronica] [Nas] Aeyo Queens get the money n***as still screaming, paper chasing Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations Over steak with Masons Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters Their daddy's faceless Play this by your stomach Let my words ma**age it and rub it I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it Tell him his name's Nasir Tell him how he got here Mama was just having fun with someone above her years n***as is still hating Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming He'd rather floss with diamonds They pray "please God let him spit that Uzi in the army lining That shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wop in the park reclining" Take 27 emcee's put them in a line and they're out of alignment My a**ignment since he said retirement Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic Gets rich but dies rhyming This is high science Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more I'm over their heads Like a bulimic on a seesaw Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nasdaq Y'all going to bow holmes, it's Dow Jones .80 cal chrome Needed time alone to zone The mack left his iPhone and his 9 at home My queen used the milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughter houses I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses This is that n***a sh** that's on the album For the n***as inside the chalk line in 40 houses Bring back Arsenio Hip-hop was aborted So Nas breathes life, back into the embryo Let us make man in our image Spit it, I'm Huey P in Louis V at the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett You ain't as hot as I is All of these false prophets is not messiahs You don't know how high the sky is The square mileage of Earth, or what pi is I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers