I couldn't help but think that maybe I had made a mistake I mean, you made 'You Owe Me' Dog, I thought that you could relate But while I shot up the charts You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par When I followed my heart Granted, my heart was tainted By my mind that kept on sayin' 'Where's the hits?' You ain't got none You know Jay'll never put your album out without none And, dog, you know how come Labels are archaic, formulaic with they outcome They don't know, they just study the charts Me, I studied the shows, the fans, study they hearts I had a feelin' I was killin', and this music we were spillin' out Would change lives forever, fuck the label, put it out Friday Night Lights blew, that was classic number two Now it seemed as if the Nas comparisons was comin' true Still no release date from the label, are they insane? Gucc told me play the game to change the game But on the way I let Nas down I got no one to blame I'm ashamed, I let Nas down But this is God's plan, you can never understand, fuck it I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw And since I wanted to draw, I used to read them in awe Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked the cleanest velour Fast forward, who'd a thought that I would meet him on tour I'm earnin' stripes now, a nigga got Adidas galore Backstage I shook his hand, let 'em know that he's the man When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand No time to soak up the moment though ‘cause I was in a jam Hov askin' where's the record that the radio could play And I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning, feelin' fear Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit of my career But at first, that wasn't clear, niggas had no idea Dion called me when it dropped, sounded sad but sincere Told me Nas heard your single and he hate that shit Said, 'You the one, yo, why you make that shit?' I can't believe I let Nas down Damn, my heart sunk to my stomach I can't believe I let Nas down I got defensive on the phone Resentment was in my tone, fuck it Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin No I.D.

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