Lyrics:
the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me (huh?)
JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me
I do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn)
I get the, I get
big brother got Shiro's mum
He ain't lettin' her go free until she brings her son
Shiro's got the words, now Shiro's coming back
He's rushing
to the to the rap of
I'm not the king because (cause) I sell the most
I just bring the laws (laws) cause I'm the host
I got a crown I wear (R: So what it mean?)
I'll steal him, Jay Envy the crook
Ain't bring shit to the table I'll eat ya
Real bad bitch he in love with my features
Can't be tied down lil baby I'm
parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
Ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it
like drama
Gen Z girls don't bring good karma
This Yardie gyal from East
See she got stallion knees
Watch her clap it clap it clap it
Neighbours vexed
seen him last summer
At Soul In The Hole, it was a King E. King game
First time out his crib, the kid got body, he got blamed
For being the last one
doing taxes
Spin the block, put the whole world on axis
We all gettin' active
I remember it was me and Z and Juice
I recruiting them bitches by the group
On the couch hittin it sideways
Wah wah
Bought a new fit cuz I found a stain
Like Lil Wayne in the club make it rain
Found my way in the game you a lame
Ay ay
questioning if there's a chance imma use it
Word to my pops word to my momma
I know that I'm not defined by my trauma
I know the lessons I've learned are just
I'm always back at it
So sick they say I need to be put in a clinic
Tell me what sane is 'cause they say I'm in it
Check the pen game
Yeah, he's been
famous
To all those that betrayed me ,know y'all seeing it lately
Got energy like Shady, can't let 'em persuade me
Laying back ,got lazy ,this writing now
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
it up like city life
Only times tells who knows
She pushing me back like she don't want me to grow inside
But says
Don't slow down
She want me go fast
getting in tune
She want me
She bet fuck with the crew
Bring her friend and she getting it to
I get high
When I'm facing my demons
I can't love on no thot
nigga
Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga
Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga
Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga
I'm that
the cops
Yo, when will it stop?
Nah, fuck that, I'll put an end to the lot
If you want me, then you better pay me dough
This Jaykae's, not Jay Z's flow
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
it, and in addition his
Flows go crazy
This life a movie, like I'm Martin Scorsese
And Jay Z combined
Used to find myself confined
Deaf dumb and blind
with lines but I don't mean harm
Donest Dinero Honest and pure flow
Better than Pure Coke Gotta be sure tho
You Sure?
It's bout the culture by all means
grows
And I know, this for sure
Money clean, and it grows
Heaven or hell nigga, two ways
Choose wisely
It's Carter next, no Jay Z, but he's here to body
and pop that X like I depend
The way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane
They drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game
I came back
he gave me
Soon the motherfucker recognizable like Jay-Z
I've been stoic for a minute
The rap game my only ticket
Y'all been quiet like some crickets
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