Lyrics:
would amount to nothin'
That I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence
Or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
see why they hate me
I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy
They call me Kanye crazy
"APESHIT," Beyonce, Jay-Z
And I'm back with Andre, baby
Hello
I'm your typical 20 gen z something
I have all this knowledge but I still know nothing
And I get nervous by all the simple things
Honestly, I'm
Hello
I'm your typical 20 gen z something
I have all this knowledge but I still know nothing
And I get nervous by all the simple things
Honestly, I'm
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
the bed,
Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas don't want it with us man
like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard? The cops lettin' fifty shots off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat
You are not Short, you
"Aloha baby, word life
You're looking fly"
I said "My name is Jaz, and you did amaze me"
When she said "The rapper?" "yeah
Me and partner Jay-Z"
My
f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big
a nie łzy krokodyla
Bliżej nam do Jay Dill'a niż do muzyki z Defilad
Nadeszła ta chwila by oddać strzał na wiwat
Nie damy się wykiwać przestań nam dupę
Mayonaise
I got some kinda fever
It's the kind with haze
Hazy, lazy
Jay-Z, Jay-Z!
Crazy, crazy!
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my
as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me beat Fades Out
lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do
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
Hello, gotta tell hem let's roll, four (for) that 20 intro
God I tell hem hello lololo
Hey yo, gotta tell hem get low, welcome to the intro
Then I tell hem
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
The reason, I made this album was to
Fuck up the game, you better bubblebutt
Twenty features to my name and that ain’t enough
Everybody want a seat, better
simple and plain
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Is fuckin' crazy poppin' like JAY-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest
fuck up your day
I'll fuck up your night
By popping up to smoke where you stay
Welcome to the party
Hello to my friend you should say
Gotta switch like
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
up twenty deep
With your fifth on your hip, ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip, trip your sidekick
You got skill, your best bet is
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