Lyrics:
that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!
(music drops in)
[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggaz asking
out when I black out, Jay-Z
Gotta feed my hunger, Mr. Ouiji
Awake me from my slumber, the gates open up and release me
Drawn like a cartoon, niggas
At home eatin' clementine
I got all these problems like
I'm Jay-Z but it's 60, uh
Nobody to guide me, hope this
Label never trick me, uh
To keep it
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
Nas and Jay-Z
Eminem, Mase, Biggie Smalls and me
Now if you was my girlfriend
You don't need no guyfriend
He could get his head bust
Nigga ain't my
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
the label
No cap, fifty mill' on the table (real, for real)
They know money can't persuade 'em (not me)
The deal's just not in our favor (so fuck 'em)
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
hard he on dyke time never see him in the night time
He gone prolly need a life line
Knock him out on mike time tyson
We on jay z jd money aint a thang
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Jay-Be in your area
Trippin' off this drank and it's making me weird
Only 17 but I grew a fucking beard
Used to get mocked now they
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
(It's Dat Jay8zz Nigga)
Its Kosfinger Baby
(SMD It's Dat MIRR EK Nigga, BOW)
(Flock, flock)
(Every A Shot, nigga)
(Biggest 8zz)
Like, I cannot wait
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
like she selling swimwear (okay)
A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire (that's not an M)
But I don't knock your hustle, get it out
Losing their minds selling their time
Flashes by now they puzzled
Could’ve been balling like russell
You can’t knock her hustle
You traded your bread for
Hustle
I know you hope I choke
But I do the rope a dope
Hit you with the OPA scope and
Knock your apple out your throat
You see my fitted cocked
Low when I
at a time, but you say you knock off them bags
And they say Jay them people fucking with you
How you think I slap?
Shit got so hot she thought I laced him
Man
of the wave
Don't drown
(Don't drown!)
Jay-Z, I learned the streets
Now "Run The Town"
("Run the town!")
(Woo!)
I'm with the squad
And we always going hard
for mines
Tryna see if I get signed by the divines
Jay Z with my nigga Ye
Flow be wavy, too much going on for the day
My Niggas get turnt today
I can't
(This-this is Jay P Bangz)
Butterfly setting just to cover up my scars, nigga
Sharpen up the instrument soon as we touched the yard, nigga
Gang,
the picture
Can't give up
Gotta hustle they can't knock me off my Pivot
I'm pressing keys
I'm doing lean
I'm tryna hustle
A thousand milligrams on me
Can't move
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
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