Tekst piosenki 'You Wouldn't Understand (feat. Victoria Monet)' wykonawcy Nas

Yea
Harlem
Bronx
Brooklyn

Let’s make a bet, I know the reason you ain’t make it yet
You say you stacked but you ain’t seen the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a ride, you huntin’ for problems then
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleamin' he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
Cop chocolate tie, burnin' style and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out
20 years gettin' money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude
So I'm yellin' free my nigga
My nephew godfather Mali, he jammed up too
For what his hands usually call for but he ain’t do it

You are in the recipe of what I am
Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand
What I’ve been
And what I do, no matter how you try you’ll never can
Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand
What I’ve been
What I’ve been

You ever been on the end of a robber’s revolver?
Not me, call me lucky Nas casa lina
All but shot and the medulla oblongata
And survived to praise God, with a bullet I’ve never collided
Some did and they lived, I salute the guys
My west spillin’ splash my mistake off my 10 booth for ya
Ny nigga, Adidas
Joggin’ suit, shell toes, slim fly nigga
Hudson river, rent a boat
T shirt with a dinner coat
A Venice villa like I’m the ghost of Demetrio
Or any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like an old BK gangsta but I’m the CEO of Nasty Minds Enterprises
Master mind, made men
My success in balances, loyalty, great friends
Dedication hall up, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation
I think through it, break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all
Vinyards in France, yacht out in Cannes

You are in the recipe of what I am
Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand
What I’ve been
And what I do, no matter how you try you’ll never can
Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand
What I’ve been
What I’ve been

Now halla at a millionaire
Only he brought an automat, decided which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive
5-50 with the creamed guts inside
Or that super range sports truck that’s fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire bitch
God’s honest I don’t really trust this guy
Spent a couple bucks tonight on bottles and cuties
And she beautiful, the lustle type. I hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I’m a diamond date
They gon probly make that day a holiday
Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree
Lookin’ for my real niggas, only OG’s
Certified, who kill niggas, who put in that seat
But tonight we on chill nigga
Chill mo, spill mo space
Listen to Jeezy and ho, sha Rosay
It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gonna act like we on vacation
We do this on rotation

You are in the recipe of what I am
Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand
What I’ve been
And what I do, no matter how you try you’ll never can
Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand
What I’ve been
What I’ve been

For my hood niggas
To my man Eric B, what up?
Yea
The whole city, I see you
To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
My man Spark
Free my niggas
All my niggas
Yea
Club Vernon
I see you
…
I see you