Lyrics:
Roc nation Jay Z now,
I am making money now, I'm taking trips to paper town
Call me loser, With have no future, snakes are in my family
How can you
We be living savage like Kanye and Jay-Z
Pulled up in a Bentley çava bien merci
Let's talk digits 22, 44 so we just made it
All my homies smoke trees
the jays and the nikes but you see im daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (yeah)
My day 1 niggas dont rap no more... whole crew fell off no choice had to go solo...
Got
is the blueprint
Beginning of some new shit
But nah this ain't Jay Z
This Meek Milly baby
Louie belt v neck chillen in my AP
Dawg I go crazy like I got
and trap shit's gonna all flop
'Cause somewhere over G-Town
Cindy and Mama still in the golf cart
It's the Jay-Z uh
Uh
Haha
As the paper trail keeps
like a tea kettle got my flows in the bag
Heavyweight ain't mean to brag
Hook: (Flash T)
I weight too much that's what my mum says
Sellin' Jay-Z's for
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
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is
Rihanna how I run this town
El dorado Arkansas is what we call the pound
Not talkin clubs but my racquets stay out
All of that fake love will get a bitch
Brooklyn! [Repeat: x4]
Brooklyn!
We go hard! [Repeat: x2]
[Chorus: Santogold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! [Repeat: x8]
[Jay-Z]
This
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
a gutter born baby, spitting the truth daily
I'm the definition of real hip hop homie fuck Jay z
And the rest of his circus, spitting crap that is
that is a car crash
Goals to run this whole field at 40, that's a yard dash
Yeah
Add that to the list of name drops
It's B
Dirt on my shoulders , feeling like I’m Jay-Z
Rhymes so crazy, pussy don’t amaze me
I’ll hit yo ass, then dash like Stacey
Then I’ll still make sure
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
Shawty wanna lay by me
We live in a world full of evil
One reason I stick by my people
I told you I got me a plan, this for the fam
Run it up 'till we
like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run
(dang right, right there)
Until they play me like Jay-Z
I'll preach my sentence
Even though the outlook is bleak
Like Memphis
We all got lost, then I
a hit from some laced up dirty yayo. Cleveland
buddy, yeah the city by the lake, and if you wanna holla at me in the
Land is where I stay.
Hook~
C-Town
with the blue, Jay-Z hue, the color of this magic
That I'm whipping in the kitchen man you're silverware's plastic
Brotha I ain't talking bout the coke
to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come
Not
dead, failed terribly
This paranoia shit's no joke, I need therapy
You niggas easy to come by, I'm a rarity
I'm on my Jay Z shit, moment of clarity
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