Lyrics:
you do you I think to
Myself truthfully I can only feel later
Some people say that I’m rude
But I don’t give a
Damn if she if he if them or they say
I’m
Feelin T.T.
Yeah I'm healing wit weed
Damn this premium hit me
Yeah I feel too litty
Damn this here my city
Need my pockets on Jay-Z
Damn I'm tryna
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac
and the Guess
My nigga I'm getting the best
You know what the problem is
People gon hate on this
Till I go hard on the flow
Like 'm supersane nigga
Whatchu gonna
the morning
Thugged out some people gettin' head while we on and
Tear the club up every time we performin'
Gun up in your waist please don't shoot up
I'm Jay Z
Did it by myself them niggas aint make me
21 years old and don't got no baby
Running to the money I won't be lazy
Pop up on em shoot a flick
Baby you can ride or you stay on the bus stop
Won't even waste my time if you a jay or a buss down
Fly my whole family out to China for Kung Pao
I
a ghost writing
Tension goes up, I'm always saying it's our last session
We're playing this by playin' me
People hate me, people hate me
Longer problem,
planted on the rock so I can never be shaken
The new Jay-Z way I'm rocking them nations
Let's go
New Jay-Z way I'm rocking them nations
Let's go
I'm the new
to tell my people that my people obsolete, but
Rice and Beans is what I was raised on
A young chico walking home with some Jays on
Kept some rocks in my
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
gon' make 'em hate me
That music, it saved me, I'm feelin' like Jay-Z
'Cause I had a hard knock life, now a nigga in the spotlight
I bet you a nigga
of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
better
Nigga’z wanna hate with no cheddar
How quick nigga’z wanna doubt
When I pull up on block with the barrela
Oh no it’s fucked up
Nigga’z talk I
a coincidence
That a suburban white kid wrote this before Jay-Z did?
Maybe it's cause I went to school
During modern segregation and the height of corrupt rule
victims, oppressed by white kats
If being a billionaire is victim how'd you cook that
99 per cent of white people would like to eat like you have
Hov did
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
to care
Its a shame that America is in this state
Driven by the greedy entitled to hate
400 years still going through oppression
87 people arrested for
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
Tunechi with the beat and the verse
Second me
And you know it’s not complete
Without a verse by Jay-Z
You know that I show out
When I pull up and arrive
You
comfortable
Al Capone shit. Y'all can't fuck with the untouchables
Like Jay Z's Blueprint yeah this is my instructional
Tryna show y'all how to do it. First
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
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