Nas - You Wouldn't Understand lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas] Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet You say you set, but you ain't see the tedious ingredients That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and 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 n***as jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis, and Halsey Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down My n***a hype in the federal joint, verdict out 20 years getting money in the dirty south That's alleged, you see my n***a's a stand up dude So I'm yelling free my n***a My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it [Hook: Victoria Monet] Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am Cause where I'm from, man, what I see You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do No matter how you try you never can Cause where I'm from and what I see You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been [Verse 2: Nas] You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver? Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana All been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived And praised God with a bullet, I never collided Some did and they lived, I salute the gods Moet spilling, splash my mistake on my Timb boots for y'all N.Y. n***a, Adidas, jogging suit Shelltoes, slim, fly n***a Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat A vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO Of Nasty Nas Enterprise, mastermind, made men My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends Dedication, hard work, 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 Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes [Hook: Victoria Monet] Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am Cause where I'm from, man, what I see You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do No matter how you try you never can Cause where I'm from and what I see You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been [Nas] Now holla at a millionaire Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream guts inside Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, b**h Gat's on us, I don't really trust these guys Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside f** it, I'ma die one day, they gon' probably make that day a holiday Until then, let's go on a shopping spree Speaking for my real n***as, only OGs Certified who k** n***as when put in that seat But tonight we on chill, n***a, chill mode Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay It's like we always on the grind with no brakes So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation [Hook: Victoria Monet (Nas)] Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am (word) Cause where I'm from, man, what I see You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do (Y'all wouldn't understand) No matter how you try you never can (You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie) Cause where I'm from and what I see (yeah) You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been [Outro: Nas] True B n***a, yeah For my hood n***as, yeah, yeah To my man Eric B., what up, yeah The whole city, I see you To my man Big Slate in the fed joint My man Spunk, free my n***as All my n***as, yeah Club Vernon, I see you I see you, yeah And Baltum, I see you