Lyrics:
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
fuckers wanna be who you ought to be in by 3
Fuck album release
At End of the night when the mind play me
Lucid dreams come find me astrally
In a time zone
mothers hamper
cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound
im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down
word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
praise me you'd think I was Shady or Jay-Z, my ex's would just say I'm crazy
Out of my mind, so how is it racing
Write a whole song then go back and erase
can't wait to be sitting next to royalty
Flip the dreams into reality.
Sitting next to Jay-z
Talking about the blueprint
Make a masterpiece
Call me
hop
Thank you Eminem, Joey Badass, Black Thought, Pusha T, Gambino, Kendrick, action fucking Bronson
Griselda, Chance before The Big Day, Jay fucking Z
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
Fuck Jay Z, he's broke and I smoke daily
Baby, let's be friends
Friends, where's my niggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherfucking face
Your album ain't tight, what in the fuck is you pushing?
You played out just
know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know,
Throwing the past away to my face better revenate yeah
J.Brown always laying back can't catch me in the paint yeah
Zombie by my ear
By my ear Z
and shit
Money trees, swear a nigga need some shade
From a block where they'll kill you off the color of ya Jays
So nigga just come correct, my niggas demand
on Wikipedia
Can't get on stage at the Jay-Z show
So we boot up ProTools and bust a funky flow
Online for free we don't make dough
Okay just thought I'd let you
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
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
B.I.G., Jay, Nas in 1 form
UOWANNA fuck with this, UOWANNA UOWANNA fuck with this, 3rd!
UOWANNA fuck with this, UOWANNA UOWANNA fuck with this, come fuck
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40,
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
the
Eye they smile
I'm due back by Monday, and it's
Friday now
All you wanna-be pimps and players
Man you should try Jay's style
I'm saying bye-bye to my
(Y’All MUST'VE FORGOT WHO THIS N****
SO IMA LET HIM REINTRODUCE HIMSELF
GO HEAD MY N****)
Verse 1:
Z-A-Y to the m********** Jay
Ain’t rollin with
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