Lyrics:
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
never met nobody like you (like you)
I thank you
Now I remember, uh, I was sittin' in my room
Glued to my television daily after school
And I never
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
give a fuck, I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
Nothing sad as that day my girl father past away
So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that
ultrasounds
Mary going down but anyway back to spazzing
Game really changed but talent is coming back in
If you still sleep continue with all your Z's
I'm way
throw a seed and plant a shade tree
Trust me when I double up your business you're going to thank me
The promo pen game is Jay Z from Brooklyn back to AZ
seed one day
Support each dream with tough love
That doesn't make them bleed
For that I gotta thank Aunt Josie
And Uncle Daddy king Dean
To life you
shady
420, got me smoking like crazy
5 AM, and I'm calling my baby
4:44, cause I'm bumping to Jay-Z
Look, you didn't like me
But u a stan now
"Will
Thanks Kingston, Mallence and Jay
Do it for the movement and to get paid
Do what I can I should thank you
Do what I can I should thank you
Do what I can I
at the top like Beyoncé and Jay Z
And I laugh and call you a little cry baby
But I really love you it’s never a maybe
I thank God for you in my prayers
thank god cause I didn't Get Jack for my whip
And I ain't even had to reach For My hip no set trippin' today
I got Hug By a crip by a crip
What can I say
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
something different and found you
Introduced by Truth Roccz back in high school
I left you alone to go and find something different
But the path I was on just
a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with
with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO?
Would you be with F-A-be-O if he drove a Neo?
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo?
Well why the hell you
Brooklynie spust w giwerach
Więc sztuka obcina mnie jakbym
Siedział u fryzjera
Talent z bloku, gdzie blachy dopada korozja
Boginie piją nektar życia choć
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
Laying a proper ground work's essential to go
From Public Enemy to Tribe Called Quest
To Jay-Z, Diddy, Pharrell, Drake, or Kanye West
To where our world
Bae on my lap, on the throne and I feel like I'm Jay, Z
High while I'm counting these bands, ima slump cause I'm la-Z
Buddy ain't down with the g code
way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something Jay-Z would say
I got two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots
(dang right, right there)
Until they play me like Jay-Z
I'll preach my sentence
Even though the outlook is bleak
Like Memphis
We all got lost, then I
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
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