Lyrics:
to make money off of me
Guess it really means, over my dead body
Music would sound differently, without M
Then you got Pac, Easy E, Ice Cube, Jay-Z
Weezy,
Singing sweet Sadie at the funeral with pallbearer's physical onslaught
This is my era only J Kagel that I mirror I need that Jay Z billionaire
UGK riding
you to shine don't be doing me shady
Don't be doing me wrong girl you bet not betray me
Me and my bitch like Beyonce and Jay-Z
Bonnie and Clyde or some
lazy
You be my Beyonce, I could be your Jay-Z
Loyalty gon' hold you in my heart, cause it amaze me
Knowin' that I'm pressures, so the pain can't never
Windows like I'm on a HP
Just look around, I don't own a thing that ain't in HD
I ain't interested in the crown that don't belong to Wayne, Shady or Jay Z
donuts on the grass
Now I'm just feeling like a drone
'Cause even though I'm
Sitting high somewhere
I'm still spinning by your home, bitch
I've been
ain’t mean Jehova
Read ya books from Jay to Z and learn somethin from the Hova
He said Jay, right?
Yeah, and I ain’t talkin Villanova
Corona oh Corona,
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,
Yeah you already know, this Trae mayn
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
Doing my motherfucking thang
Feel what I'm saying
This here, for my
we’d be like Beyonce and Jay Z
Love is so crazy, but I don’t go chasing
Sweating so much, oh shit my face looking cakey
My human nature is to be in
your women
While you home all alone, I'm blowin up in em
Sendin them back to you, mad at you
Don't catch a motherfuckin attitude
I'm just showin you how
crew just like Scooby-Doo
These fake Ghost Faces go home before 22:00
In Europe that means that ten PM is the curfew
Two AM in Porto, I run into my boy
all the time
She gon feel this by the end of the night
Off these percocets got me on flight mode
I keep it lit like when lights glow
I was fucking your
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home
ONE TWO STEP AWAY
(DAVID BYRNES, JAY BRUNSWICK, CARLTON ANDERSON)
TRUCK IN THE DRIVE
HAT ON A NAIL AT HOME EVERY NIGHT
BOOTS PARKED INSIDE RIGHT BY
Grab life by the horn, just give me eight seconds
Already scraped my plate, but you lookin' like second
Tryna bring home the bacon, they smelling' no
The singers gone missing can't be found here too
That's why we're here singing for you
We're not Jay Z and we're not Kid Rock
We're not Slim Shady we're not
off everything that they think I did
Shit they know nothing about
They ain't even give Jay Z this much unreasonable doubt
If y'all ever get to dissing
Yuhhhh
You already know what it is
First time in the lab
But Jaidos back home, had to kill it one time
Gabe hit me up yeah he said this shit lit
I
okay
That's when I knew I had to change my ways
I love the man to death 'cause he helped raise me
He was there when my father went Jay Z
I can't support
time. fr yeah.
Verse 1:
Ive been tryna find myself in the weed smoke, the way you know me girl, you probably already were tryna bring back home to you
in the house (damn)
I'm the trap god, I'm the Jay-Z of the south (huh?)
I'm the coldest nigga I done ever seen (bling)
If you ask me, I'm the GOAT,
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