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Jaffe

Jaffe and its variant spellings Jaffé and Yaffe (Hebrew: יפה) are Hebrew-language surnames.The surname was recorded in Prague in the 16th century. It was recorded in the United Kingdom in the 1881 census, mostly in London.The Jaffe family (Hebrew: יפה) is a distinguished Ashkenazi Jewish Rabbinic family, members of which have produced numerous famous rabbis, court Jews, Talmudic scholars, scientists, businessmen, academics and politicians. more »

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I gotta make sure this shit got the right feel
I mean like the second that they hear this shit
They gotta make sure that they feel this shit
I got too much on the line
I can't go for a lot
I got some trust issues
Can only kick with a vibe
I'm Tommy, she dog skin
You know the key shit I'm kind
Fat ass, coco skin
Smell like Chanel number 9
I'm disempowering like Sincere B.C
I'm smooth like I'm Bond
My word is my bond
I'm sliding like Tom Cruise in his Prime
Hoffa, they try to stop me
I'm not too sloppy
Too cocky, I box lefty
I'm the new Rocky
I die a legend, they gon' Tupac me
Feelin' like I'm big, this for you Poppy
Never lose a step, not for a minute
And I'm stickin' to the program
Never all we lackin
I knew I'd be a all star
But never would be drafted
I never was no athlete
But always knew the ball
And knew every nigga steppin' foot up on his car
Yeah, that's real shit
Buildin' with the niggas, that's gon' get it
Cause most niggas fumble the ball the second that they get it
Hoffa, and you gon' feel it when I say it
But like A.I., I leave it all on this pavement
It's all about the impact
Got it all up in this gym bag
This shit, yeah, I been at
This right here is my get back
When you livin' how I live, nigga
Trust hard to give
Even harder to forgive if you cross me
Say you my bro, man, you lost me
Considered you a wifey
Take it as a trophy
Planted me a seed
Hopin' it turn into a money tree
I never chase hoes, man
Hoes come with it
Stack it to the sky
Thought the sun was missin
Man, these hoes love money, dog
I got too much on the line
I can't go for a lie
I got some love issues
Can only kick with a vibe
I'm Martin, she light skin
You know the gene of them kind
Good woman, pure soul to type you
Bring me your mom's
Level-headed, smokin' cheese
But yeah, her chakras in line
My word is my bond
Glidin' like James Brown in his prime
Hoffa, they try to stop me
But I'm too godly, too cocky
And when I die, they make a movie bout me
I die a legend, need a tomb probably
Feelin' like a king
And I'm a pharaoh in every sense that it means
I can't go out as the uncle that never made it
I put too much food up on the table
Dreams to be the point guard
Then I grew like Aunt David
If you think they play favorites
Then you gots to be the favorite
And you gon' get your turn
Well, you gon' turn the tables
I took all the blessings
God got me and got creative
Inshallah, I'm the Da Vinci of the era
I'm on the lease on my side
And you can fake your smile
But it gon' eat you up inside
Eat you up inside
And you can keep your pride
But it gon' pay no bills though
When opportunity don't knock
You gotta hit the window
When you livin' how I live, nigga
Trust hard to give
Even harder to forgive if you cross me
Say you my bro, man, you lost me
Considered you a wifey
Take it as a trophy
Planted me a seed
Hopin' it turn into a money tree
I never chase hoes, man
Hoes come with it
I'm stackin' to the sky
Thought the sun was missin
Man, these hoes love money, dawg
Never be my miss
Never be, never be
Never be, yeah
Never be, yeah, yeah, yeah
What you gon' do when you sittin' at the head of the table
Once you there, you got to hold it down
You sound like one of them good brothers
Prison and graveyards
Full of boys who wore the crown
Point is, they wore it
It's my turn to wear it now

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