Lyrics:
more records but son sucked
Call me washed up, yeah, talk about me
I sound like me, you sound like Jay-Z
Duke, speak breezy, I come and touch you
Kid, I
cheddar to dough
Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z
The rowdiest niggaz you know
[Chorus]
Get ya money dog
Get ya money y'all
Get ya money dog
getted robbed yet
Cuz I bear arms like guys with big biceps
Yes
Ain't nodody gonna stop me now
"And all the way to the top, cuz" Jay-Z
We gonna take it
I'm the Norman Bates of rap with a stormy vapor
Fueled by a core of anger, moving with poor behavior
Is this all I have to show for the game?
Or can I
Everybody switching up I’m not amazed it don’t phase me
Will you stay down like Beyoncé and Jay-Z
You wanna be up in my presence gotta pay me
I be quick
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
Rolling up a Jay, rolling up a Jay (Smoke Smoke)
They don't fuck with me? It's prolly cuz they can't (no no)
Praises to my God, praises to my hey
took time off, while other rappers got jerked
Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
And as we
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
am not in a Mercedes
You a thot that ain’t my baby
And my name should be up there with the Pac’s and the Jay-Z’s
Someday I’ll be sittin’ at the top
youth
And I ain't nothing like no Jay-Z
I'm just doing right by these booths
And I ain't ever been one to pray to God
I just pray to God I let loose
So
some great names
I break change my life story narrated by Ving Rhames
In this game I seen'em stack like Wonder Bread
Drug blocks gunshots make niggas
didn't need your help I was overly hungry
Now I help myself and I'm so bloody comfy
I'm sure they had z's on jay till hov became great
They had twisted
Yeah it's all yours if you want
Ain't no such thing as a broke jay-z
I know I'm on my way can't the way find me?
Why'm I living on this path moving
struggling through
Found rapping and said I was gonna pursue
Got nothing to prove, but something to lose
Game needs a change and that's what I'mma do
This art
Feeling like Carter i'm feeling like Jay Z
Why do this niggas be hating
That shit they do couldn't phase me
I make these women go crazy
I just be
represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it
represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it
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