This hood taught me golden ways
That's my past that made me hot
Ohh, I'm that history, I'm that block
Made me, truly this is what made me
It's the things we remember that gave the world shock
That someone so unforgettable
It's the end 'cause the game's tired, it's the same vibe
When was the last time you heard a real anthem?
So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib
This hood taught me golden ways
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
When was the last time you heard a real anthem?
The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals, kid
See I almost felt a tear drop
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
That's why, darling, it's incredible
Never on schedule, but always on time
I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot
Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines
Can't forget about you
I'm that kid by the number spot
Made me, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
Here's my life long anthem
And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times
Here's my life long anthem
Made me, truly this is what made me
These streets hold my deepest days
These streets hold my deepest days
Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25
These streets hold my deepest days
All that, and your man is still here and I'm still hot
Can't forget about
But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind
Can't forget about Jordan's retirement
Ohh, I'm that history, I'm that block
There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
Or Mike when his talk was live
Some things are forever, some things are not
These streets hold my deepest days
This hood taught me golden ways
Unforgettable, unsubmittable
Made me, truly this is what made me
Made me, truly this is what made me
Can't forget about the old school, Bam, Cas, Melle Mel, Flash
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
Can't forget about you
They stay in a place in your mind so snug
All the money and fame, 8 by 10's
These streets hold my deepest days
Forget about you
Thinks that I am unforgettable too
Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one brag
I'm that kid by the number spot
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
Good times had right after James died
That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired
But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson
Wow, I need a moment y'all
Made me, truly this is what made me
Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did
Can't forget about you
When Mr. T became a wrestler
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme
This hood taught me golden ways
So irregular, how it messed you up
Never on schedule, but always on time
Rock Steady spinnin' on they back
Publishers: CHERRY RIVER MUSIC COMPANY, CHRISETTE MICHELE MUSIC, FORAY MUSIC, ILL WILL MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC., WILL.I.AM. MUSIC INC.
Songwriters: William Adams, Irving Gordon, Nasir Jones, Chrisette Michele Payne
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot
Like who the person was with whom you first made love
These streets hold my deepest days
Straw hat on the porch when you're old perhaps
Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy, Fresh Prince
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
Forget about you
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me
When was the last time you heard a real anthem?
This hood taught me golden ways
Never on schedule, but always on time
I go by N now, just one syllable
That's my past that made me hot
The past, the past enough of it, aight then
To your grandkids about how life is golden
This hood taught me golden ways
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me