Lyrics:
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
of being Jay z
I had dreams the radio played me
But I can't let this shit phase me
I had niggas I almost made it
I'm in Cali always faded
I got percs I'm in
pretend
I use to scrap up money for studio time
I'm like Jay Z homie I remember my rhymes
Ain't nobody help me out when my cash was low
Bills comin' too
[Chorus]
[jay-z]
We'll always be togetha
No one can fuck you betta
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga
you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no)
Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you damn we missing you… whooh!
All we listen to is all
you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no)
Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you damn we missing you… whooh!
All we listen to is all
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
Niggas ain't have or function like me
Hundred grand chain, you ain't icy like me
R.I.P. to my nigga G-Baby
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
Z"
Bandana like Jayo from Daygo's
My temper depend how my day go
My girl do whatever I say so
She ain't got no reason to say no
I ain't wish for
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop
You won't quit,
that his books was on
And three months later that nigga came home too
Ain't no limit to this shit cause now his dream's coming true
I'ma keep riding
Smooth
Roll up with Royce
Burn an L
Take lessons from Elzhi
Get barred up by Kxng Crook
Rittz
AZ
J Cole
Tech Nine
Kung Fu Kenny
Rapsody Jay Z
Boogie
know fake when we see it
We know these niggas some hoes
I ain't faking no more
I ain't keeping no secrets
Ima' let the world know
Since these niggas be
Roll us a blunt with too much sauce
Fuck him once
Ellery told me Better me
Than of these young ones
No time for the edit
Get yo credit dog smarten up
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
on the cover of a magazine
I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z Blue Magic nigga, what what
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine
they don't respect ya, So Nigga please check
nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin Real G's
Verse Three
Well, it the Knocc Out, definition orginal
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
vein
But I guess that's the issue
And it proves how much, niggas really miss you
Michelle we missing you Nita we missing you
Left Eye we missing you Jay
But he's nowhere near Ghetts
(Nowhere near me)
I'm on a next level to my man he's on radio
Talking about "it's like Jay-Z and Nas"
Huh? In your world
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
buzzing
Nigga tryna get to them B's
I know I could pull a Jay-Z
I know I make it look easy
But none of you pussies ain't me
You might as well stick to your
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
so-called car, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head
Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay Z!
He broke and I smoke daily, baby,
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