Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
they die
No dime don't meant I'm a friend to low life
Life's full of pain, Jay's king of hardship they'll say time flies
Little me transformed to this
hunter
I let the fuckin' dogs out and
They're breeding in big numbers
It sorta' irks citizen exes
And vexes check collectors
Hexed by the flex of a messy
and ba-nay-nays
Riothagr8-8-8 and all the haters hate me
Smoking Wedding cake looking for a finance
I feel like Jay-z baby wheres my Beyonce
Smoking Wedding cake
inside
Ya Dreams can come true you see I'm not Crazy
Maybe one day you'll see me on a song with Jay z
But right now I wanna tell you bout this lady
With
má
Ruka hore, Hennessy a weed, west side shit
Ja som Tupac, teraz všetky oči sú na mne
Ja som Wu-Tang a reprezentujem môj clan
Ja som JAY-Z, som Kanye
this shit til we 80
I swear if nobody pay me
I'm going apeshit like Jay-Z
Moving too fast don't aim at me
Am I being too cocky well maybe
Back
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
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am, a little bit
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