QB!   Where the fuck y?all at?   Ha! Ha! Ha!   Yeah! Let?s go!   Kiss money!      Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating   Hate him or love him for the same reason   Can't leave it, the game needs him   Plus the people need someone to believe in      So in God's Son we trust   'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want   They looking for a hero   I guess that makes me a hero      Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman   Crooks and castle on his back Maybach-er   Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor   Working like Muay Thai class, could perspire out ya      And of course I've been the boss since back when   Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz   Now they shut down the stores that I'm shopping   Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking   I'm him!      Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating   Hate him or love him for the same reason   Can't leave it, the game needs him   Plus the people need someone to believe in      So in God's Son we trust   'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want   They looking for a hero   I guess that makes me a hero      Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half   Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag   Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty   All black clothes so ice lay on me so classy      And every time I close my lids   I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge   I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see   Tell them angels opened the door for me      From nine Berettas and moving raw   To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and humidors   That's what I call mature, that's what I call a G   That's what I call a pimp, that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit      I'm tryin' to make more cream   By every September 14th, that's my dream   So I can be more clean as I grow yearly   I can see things more clearly that's why they fear me   Let's go!      Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating   Hate him or love him for the same reason   Can't leave it, the game needs him   Plus the people need someone to believe in      So in God's Son we trust   'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want   They looking for a hero   I guess that makes me a hero      It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side   Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it   First L.A. and **** ****** was riding wit it   But Newsweek article startled big wigs   They said, "Nas, why's you trying it?      My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning   Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning   Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow   Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel   They can't sing what's in they soul!      So "Untitled" it is   I never changed nothin', but people remember this   If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids   With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit      I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it   Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it   I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio   No matter what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!   Let's go!      Yeah, Nas, Polow Da Don