Lyrics:
a nigga rep
Style fresh to death
Show you bitches how to flaunt
And the Yves St laurent, or her Isabel Marant
Like when Jay Z out, tryna take B out
All
nobody listen to the lyricism no more
You play too much Jay-Z, and watch the kids get bored
You need a dance track to get em all hooked at first.
So when
I spend my nights by my lonesome
Losing friends left and right since I've been on one
I'm living and learning crashing and burning all by my lonely
You wanna hang with big Nate Dogg and Criminal
It's in your eyes you wanna give us some
Fingers. You a fool for this beat right here homie
Mr.
and drop they hot
But they never think to stop and cop some stocks
And what Jay-Z said about that credit shit was right
Man I'm bout to make some moves
gang-bang bullies get the fuck gone
In my zone with a brand new playlist
Walked right past my ex, didn't say shit
Then I changed my mind like, "Ay bitch!"
Yeah I know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
Want to keep me in the gucci stores, huh
What
don't you start (yeah)
Hold your head, guard your heart, hold your head (uh)
Nigga, get your bread, light your spark, strike your mark, life don't stop
to been drop, sorry for the wait
Your gun in your bag, my shit on my waist
I can't even play
This the real one, I don't fuck with no props
Never met Jay-Z
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
man
(Lost, lost)
Lost a lot of friends
A lot of souls are gone
Took my nigga life
Right at the corner store
Jay can never Z
He gotta watch the throne
behind us in that panomera movin' fast
More than a thousand dollar ride spent a few stacks
Hop in that bitch and feel like Stella get your grove back
Got
They keep saying that im crazy
But i wont ever let it faze me
I gave the best of me like jay z
Nd its still crazy how they played me
Some of my close
the leather Zion, the best that's ever came
The game changes like, my mind just ain't right
We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night
Sucking me
Jay Z out, tryna take B out
All these magazines try to play me out
All my ex-girls tryna fade me out
By the ending I was finished
So it's crazy how
It's
telling me maybe
On my mind got me acting so crazy
In love like Beyonce and Jay-Z
Mama working to hard put the trust in her baby
Boy what you owe better pay
getting chilly (Brrrrr)
If the jay hitting smooth, it's a great day
All my sons together gathered for a play date
You just don't get me, got me feeling
sayin’that I ain’t legit
Well, I guess that’s as dumb as they get
My mind is made up I won’t quit
Don’t mind if I sit by your chick (Wassup, shawty?)
Hope she
nigga, nigga
You got it on your mind, lil' daddy, say somethin'
All that play buckin' gon' get your face buttoned up
Now when you smirk, you look like
nigga, nigga
You got it on your mind, lil' daddy, say somethin'
All that play buckin' gon' get your face buttoned up
Now when you smirk, you look like
stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
[J Dilla:]
Yeah
Let's go
Turn it up
Introducin'
World famous beat junkie
Jay Dilla
Yeah
I got my man with me
[Common:]
Get up get up,
achieving
Only love Jane, who I'm calling my baby
Our relationship, hazy
She helps me get my day-to-day done on the daily
Night time got me lazy, yeah
Mind
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