Lyrics:
my eyes on 100 mil I see it's so vivid
I ain't thinkin bout a deal I'm thinkin' more like Russell Simmons
J Prince or Jay Z you can pick one
Too much
the gang and we won't stop
'Till we bussed down
Fuck with the gang, make a nigga touch ground
Jay make 'em dance like he doin' salsa
Goin' stupid really
is it
I said I told you niggas
Ain't got a whip, I'm just driven by my ambition
Time is money ain't got time for the politicking
All I do is grind
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
at if that nigga call me then i'm on the way
Doing the dash and I'm going pass the speed point by 50 miles
She wanna fuck she ain't using her head she
the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the thirteenth
Jay-z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm
[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
cats or now open, are you playing with me boy
Watch a nigga bob and weave, and then we break jaw
We ain't barring no law
Snap rugged and rough,
E tshele metsi hanyane
Hey
Bare mathata hafeli
Ano pakellana
Tshweri zaka cash
Keno bumpa nyana
I just wanna flex ain't no rabanyana
I just wanna
dollars, blue strips, ain't pull no bank job
Niggas tryna keep up with the game, don't quit your day job
These days feel like I ain't never hit my limit
tolls but I paid dues for seasons
Six figure tax bills
Two thousand one rich nigga hill my address
Put Sudan on the atlas check the stats No room on my
screamin' (skee-wee)
We all about the Cream and Wheat
Taylor made nigga, everything ain't what it seem to be
Triple beam dreams, niggas Martin Luther King
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
never no smoke when ya meet (You niggas don't want no smoke!)
Peep the drip when I walk in the room, and niggas start sucking they teeth (Man!)
I ain't
and still got tunnel vision?
We been grinding, gritting teeth, feel like a motors missing
Time is now, I told them niggas give em no restrictions (It's Jay
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
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
freezing in here (Nah)
Turn the heat up and then grab me a soda
Niggas get scared and they end up in fear (Woo)
I ain’t no king but I’m feeling king cobra
solid ten toes to the ground you know
It ain't ever nothing nigga
Holla at my nigga one time like get to know my nigga one time feel me
Fresno Loop nigga
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain't a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I'm sorta spiritual I know it's
in her belly no protection
It's raw it's raw
I was sleeping on the studio floor
Window shopping for the shit I couldn't afford
Now I mix the ssnow
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
pay for me
I feel with my heart, but think with my head,
Mix up the parts and we'll all end up dead
Race is a fake idea, put it to bed
Ain't no debate
the plan you can't foil me
Heartbreak damn near destroyed me
Just like steel ain't no folding me
Gotta be careful who I let close to me
I feel like I'm right
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