Deja Vu

[Verse 1: Nas] Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamour, glitters, and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly I'm raunchy, but things I do is real it never haunts me While, funny style niggas roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle Holdin’ weed inside they pussy with they minds on the Pretty things in life, gettin props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back and do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual [Hook] x4 Here's a toast to my foes, trees, & women (Déjà Vu) It's Like A Whole New Beginning... [Verse 2: Nas] Blunts, thugs and alcohol, what a mixture Just picture, ya life as a whole judged in court they convict ya They telling you your state of mind, like you worthless So he curses, his mom saying Bible verses That's all she works with But miracles never leave the churches Instead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase A house, with a swimming pool, labels me a sinning fool I'm just a nigga who inherited a winning jewel To be a trendsetter, whenever subject to respect This and all respect through is the essential To street life, hustlin’ the struggle-broke ghettos Boiling coke settles, slow inside a glass kettle There's a Lee V on my T.V Lifestyles of living easy Got my crew tense, plottin’ to jips, to get whips with BBS Pushing cakes, knew anorexics with ten plates Celebrating elevation in the seeds that we make So How You Like That? [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] Escobar life, gems and raw Tims Gators for pretty boy haters In Vegas with chicks trickin’ fortunes I'm glistening, bells of cops whistling Still I'm drifting in a high, blunts is like insulin 95-I, I drive high zoning Stash box zoning my trunk, I flash not, teeth golden Look at me now Ma Blowin’ but for how far? Cars, Cash, and Bitches got me out more And things you never dreamed I can vouch for Snake niggas, slither on the A-alikes I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike Never the one to ask for the time to a saint A mask and Nine, I think, will make my problems sink Down a canal, similar to how we drink Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links Drug money, snortin’ bitches, in the end of times Got my nine, till I flatline, nigga give me mine Déjà vu x4