Nas - Reach Out Ft. Mary J. Blige - Nas

[Hook: Mary J. Blige] This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruise Reach out and touch the love that I have for you I see you standing there so lost and all alone I wanna take you in my arms And tell you that you’re home I look into your eyes I said I know you very well I see a mirror of my life A reflection of myself [Verse 1: Nas] 3:45AM can't sleep, can't dream I'm stuck, money problems pop up How will I survive Guess it's best to decide not to decide So that's my decision Whatever happens happens I keep making my millions Can see myself in Presidential campaign dinners But I’m passing blunts around a bunch of gang members When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest And outgrow women you love and thought you could stay with Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror And leave notes around for yourself to remember I like to teach and build With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil All you need is some skill Then it’s grindtime Imagination better than knowledge, ask Einstein It’s all in the mind Nasty the nicest I’m somewhat of a psychic Just one minute after it’s heard You all excited, you all repeat it So call me a genius, if you didn’t Now that I said it I force you to think it Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moet Bitch when you vision me, you vision the best When I was young they called me Olu’s son Now he’s Nas father, I was the good seed He was the wise gardener [Hook] [Verse 2: Nas] Beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics The burbs talking like the hood will change with quickness Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness So what I rap about my riches and I’m ostentatious Get out of gangsta business seen in me you basic Try to compare what you live to the life I master See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation The strip club scene favors your Josephine Baker Dope fiend neighbors, growing up I’ve seen paper I describe it, hope you can visualize it This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites Don’t make me pull my Lottos out the closet