Lyrics:
I would've did seven
I would've never linked Eddy and flew out of Staten, shit
By the time I got out, man, I would've quit rappin', shit
The system so
Hold up wait
I ain't never running
I ain't never running
I ain't never running
You know where to find me at n****
I ain't Jay-Z
I ain't gonna hide
now and later and sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they
down to hell then
Rose Mary to for the father for by the son third for the holy day, spirit
Spoke some game to we people that's the Lord's way
Became one
me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fuck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me,
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
[Verse 1:]
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I
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
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
on my head it's Versace
I'm with my dogs, like scooby with shaggy
Making these racks, might buy a new AP
Ice on the rocks like Jay Z (Jay Z)
Whipping
me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fuck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me,
They say fame is like a drug
I hope you know your limit's
Know what you want
But don't sell your soul to get it
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
I
Ty nadal tak przystojny i patrzysz w moje oczy jak
Gdy grało Guns N' Roses nam
W starym Golfie pierwszy raz
To było jak
Jak na linie nad blokami z
other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up
gun like a creep
On my shirt refocus on my kicks doubled up same shit
Not no Yeezy for my own Billie Eilish that's Jay No Z
I'm finna take this refocus
Know that I'm a target cause I'm up
That's why dis gun with me
Ex thought I would trip she sent a Text saying she done with me
Right back to da trap
Jay-Z infiltrated the south by making "nigga what nigga who"
And the markets fell for it
I wish master p would be signed an artist like me to balance
Right now inside the place to be with the one JAY-Z and Bey
Slowing down the dance to a different type of speed
You know and Cool & Dre they 'pon
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,
we got one shot, better aim
Rose from the concrete that made us
Can't trust no hoes, no betas
Been going viral, contagious
No privilege here, we're not
talking Nas hope that you got A gun
They hopped out on feet so my ass had to run
I turned right around popped them niggas by one
Serve up the nigga like
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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