Verse 1
Take a walk through my brain if you mind not the rain
See my dreams and flaws
See my best and my worst
Born in the cradle of the greats
Just like nasty nas, biggie, pun, cube and Pac
Grown man thoughts on my mind from the start
So I be out in the streets tryna tryna make a dollar outta 15 cents
But you know how hard on the streets shit gets
But I can’t give up; I’m just tryna live up
Told my mama just chill, someday I will be king
So stay out my lane
I’m just tryna do my thing
My boys do whatever and however for the cheddar
The game is crazy but the money make it better
So we tryna get laid and we gotta get paid at the same damn time
What it do, what it is, nastyfel keep it gee
Cause i want a lotta cars; beemers, lamboghinis, bentleys, buggattis


I’m the nastyfel, I’m a man. I ain't perfect
Gotta admit it I’m guilty but understand, feel me
I will ride filthy cause you fakers run your mouth
Wanna rob me and kill me
Goons in the lobby, couple guns for security
I’m a fighter to the heart;
I will forever be about it
Heard the king was gone?
Now you drop a diss song
But I’m back like mike, Jackson, Jordan, Tyson what up?
When the guns drawn, homie ain't nobody popping back
You n***as so pussy, man you moving with a cotton pad
I’m revolutionary but gangsta or maybe so I claim huh?
Cause nastyfel the don super don da da...understood?


Chorus
Nastyfel in the building and you know i get it popping so tell me where you from
Uptown baby, uptown baby
We gets down baby for the crown baby so
MOVE BACK you know what it is, nastyfel in the building
You know what we do. (*2)