You Wouldn't Understand de Nas

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
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
Got 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