Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
of the game, who the fuck is a Jay-Z?
So many years, niggas really betrayed me
Huh, I can't let these niggas play me
Huh, nigga, I did it again
Huh, riding, I'm
pregnant with your baby
You ain't my main, you my maybe
Big, big pimpin', call me Jay-Z
But I'm also Janet Jackson
What have you done for me lately?
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
Endure I Expect Eternal life at the End
Friend or Foe watch my, Flavor Flow
As my Faith grows and favor Goes I’m Grateful
Good God almighty God’s been
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
you
Dead friends, notice that's all that I got
I call it scared ends, scared to spend that money, why not
Probably didn't notice that Jay-Z didn't
want to see you lose (Haha, yeah)
Some of them wants to use you (Oh, oh)
Some of them wants to be used by you
Dead friends, notice that's all that I got
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
[Verse 1:]
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
in that Mike shit
Always trying to bite shit
Do you even write shit
Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Hold up
Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Public school made me
Obama
not even racist
I'm judging by faces
My glockie a rican
It turn you too pasta
I'm boot'd' in pradas
I hop out I'm spraying
We ain' making friends
Give
Owww Saint Don
Y'all know where I got it from
Feeling like Jay z rapping this shit fuck around become a billionaire
Fuck around go commercial do you
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
what the hell we gonna do Santa Maria S.M.V.P scooped up jay bird ray ray and the C.U.Z I got my cuzzin buzzen in the back chronic smoke hot box full
in the house (damn)
I'm the trap god, I'm the Jay-Z of the south (huh?)
I'm the coldest nigga I done ever seen (bling)
If you ask me, I'm the GOAT,
a hoe
Like what you hating foe
We making dough and Ethan making clothes
I'm out here saving hoes
You know you'd do it too if you was giving the decision
friends turn to foe
They gon stab you in your back, let it turn until it swole
Now you just another lost soul
I'm tryna let you know
Ride for my dawgs
Die
tryin clothes
Doin over time and I ain’t trynna close
Friends make it easier to find a foe
I’m always switching up the climate tho
Spittin shit that’s all
I felt pain and shit ain't been the same
Since a nigga got hit by the thunder
Gripping ha bundle she calling me daddy
A nigga just might have to take
And the intensity you bringing should justify all yo actions
The level of desire should deeply reflect your passions
World influenced by fashion, jays learning
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