Lyrics:
smoke bitches say i'm too high
Living the life of Biggie and 2Pac
Nigga you know who shot
The day Jay Z go broke nigga when Snupe stop
That will be never
Trap all stupid, Trap all stupid, Yeah yeah
There's no way to slow me down, oh
They gon' have to take me out, oh
I'm way too paid like Jay-Z now, oh
life was a book would you write changes
I would probably scribble out where there was time wasted
I know now that i'm bigger than my imagination
I'm from
My spirit is a part of this that's why I get spiritual
But I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
Thas on bro I can't wait till I clap
Me and Jay too deep tryna black
Tori don't run up you gon catch a cap
I'm not playing this deeper than rap
I'm
Genius like Kanye
I'm smart but I'll never turn crazy
Need a bad bitch
Look like Beyoncé
Making music
I can be ya Jay Z
At the top they say it gets
'Cause tomorrow robins will sing
Tomorrow blue jays will fly
The weather forecasts clear skies
So dry those tears from your eyes
'Cause tomorrow
(Jay-Z)
Oohh, live your life 'cause life is love
Always thank the man above (thank you, uh)
The more you the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah
on the haitus, on a scale from 1-10
I'm an 8, wait you dont know how 8 is, 8 is jigga
Thats me, 9 is Slim, 10 is Slim, now I finally give you
The time I give you
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
Yeah it's all yours if you want
Ain't no such thing as a broke jay-z
I know I'm on my way can't the way find me?
Why'm I living on this path moving
way that I'm letting you win
Half of these rappers shady they never phase me
I ain't here making no friends
Lately, I'm feeling like jay z cause my aim
Jay-Z]|[F] Gotta get that paper dog|[F] Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh!|[J] Gotta get that paper dog|[J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog!|[F]
[Jay-Z]
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
a word from the pride and the ego
I'm a hopeless romantic down to my soul
I wanna love you but fuck you like I hate you though
Ain't no man gonna love you
mane, Jay Rock got it
Top Dawg, aka they got dollas
Big like Chris Wallace, fly like weed parlors
Sig on my lap, we'll pop your collar
From the land where
bout my whereabouts
They wanna know what Bri been bout
Like where she from and who she know and what the fuck she mean about
And I just kick it, they
even if it means that they are gonna kill my host for that
I can't see, its hazy, but i'm so crazy
bring Jay-Z to the levels of Lil baby
Arabian? nahh,
a whole seller
And I'm fly as propellers
Man it's raining umbrellas
Lobby where they hold the best seller
Jay-Z like Rockefeller
Now we waiting in
Mr. I'm gone she gon miss me
I come from a place where we look up to people like KD, Jay-Z, and Escobar
Niggas be telling me chill but I cannot slow
of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve
I see your face by the curb
of me
Gurl you make a Nigga wanna Put on that Beyoncé and Jay Z That DrunkNLove
I'm back up in club on my Bullshit Gucci fit
Fresh up off the plane from
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