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The Story of O.J.

by Jay-Z

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Skin is, skin, is Skin black, my skin is black My, black, my skin is yellow Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga I like that second one Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J." Okay House nigga, don't fuck with me I'm a field nigga with shined cutlery Gold-plated quarters where the butlers be I'mma play the corners where the hustlers be I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood That your momma rentin' Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood That's how you rinse it" I bought every V12 engine Wish I could take it back to the beginnin' I coulda bought a place in Dumbo before it was Dumbo For like two million That same building today is worth twenty-five million Guess how I'm feelin'? Dumbo Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it Financial freedom my only hope Fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke I bought some artwork for one million Two years later, that shit worth two million Few years later, that shit worth eight million I can't wait to give this shit to my children Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine But I'm tryin' to give you a million dollars worth of game for nine ninety-nine I turned that two to a four, four to an eight I turned my life into a nice first week release date, mm Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh? Me and my niggas takin' real chances, uh Y'all on the 'gram holdin' money to your ear There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga

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