Lyrics:
(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
[Jay-Z:]
Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three
Check out the J, check out the A, check out the why, check out the Z
Hey G!
I'm breaking MC's up like
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
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
dropped the soap on purpose
Kaepernick still ain't got a job, shit crazy
And now the NFL doin' business with JAY-Z
When that story came out, people was
mean to stunt
Can't knock the hustle is you a friend or foe
Jigga told u before we about getting doe
The topic of your dinner conversation
Take the money
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
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
like its got bleach in
But i can't knock your hustle
You're just trying to get your weight up wait up
Thought you could slide by on a brudda like
and the Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name,
The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout
learned in school
Ain't nothing I can't do, ain't no one I can't do
It's that life of a g, ain't nothing else for me
In this hard knock life you gots
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane
Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em
Just like they showed me,
a fit
Unironically, I wanna spit like Jay-Z
Pay me ten mill, I probably wouldn't spit like me
Until I'm couple bill' up with my hair all free
Telling
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
Ya'll can't really rap for shit
If your life depends on it
Quit biting styles bit by bit
Coz you really ain't that big
Ya'll can't really rap for
killin' bitches too
911, can't even get to you
Ain't no way to slow me down, oh
They gon' have to take me out, oh
I'm way too paid like Jay-Z now, oh
And my
and Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
And Mobb Deep, I thought my whole crew was Mobb Deep
You saw me, kickin it back, sipping it back
Its only juice
But I pretend it
the flav, getting more rich than Bay
I say, this Master jam more than Jay
And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest
Can't do us, knock your teeth out
episode, I'll let you know for free
The joint is It's Tricky by Run-DMC
If you a hater, stop runnin' your mouth
LL Cool J's mama said knock you out, peace
wield
True soldier
Devil move over
Thought I told ya
That I'm repping Jehovah
I don't mean Jay-Z
He would have to pay me
To listen to the shady
Songs he
no denying that the Wu-tang made us all feel united.
But that day they killed Hip-Hop, I lived a hard Knock life like Jay-z, I’m a product of Prodigy
the cancers or ya chances gone be slim
It get deep in this shit I been paddling with my pen
7 jays deep ganja help me with my zen
What I'm smoking
yea)
Role model, Jay-Z, drinkin' D'usse, uh
I pull up skateboard, uh (what?)
Shout out, Playboi (yea yea)
Don't hate, boy (nah, nah)(don't)(nah)
Know you
with the presence of Jay-Z
Light up a J and smoke it out but I never been lazy
It's just the way I like the mood when the studio hazy
See inside my soul,
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