Lyrics:
don't go broke
We should live like jay z be my yonce
You can be my RiRi I'm a be your rock o
I just got a message further it was from you
What could a man
the Brigada boy
Jay-Z money
Diddy money
Byron Allen money
Music and meets I can't speak
Outlining these blueprints
HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE
Self made, with
more dough than Jay-Z
I Be
Gotta keep this shit on repeat
I Be
I Be
The one with the TikTok
I Be
Tryna make shorty dance, that's a drip drop
I Be
Bring
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
little snail slide ahead
Me and my thugs were born in Gen Z
Catchin' our Z's and Dreams when we are dead
(goodnight)
I was rollin' lil indica
All the way
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
a rude awakenin', by ignorin', I pull the signs
Why did I give you the keys to authorize shit on my behalf?
Now, I'm scarred and mortified
What did I
to be movin' too fast
Back to the thuggin' now I'm sippin' sy-z-urp
All my niggas love it baby that's my w-is-ord
Stack for the jeans five bones for
just wait
I took an L at top I was grinding nonstop
Couldn't tell me nothin I was crème of the crop
Surpassed Jay-Z didn't need a queen B
Made seven B's
to put clothes on my back
And I don't give a fuck because the thug is in my blood
A there's a reason why I give my neighbor so much luv
My sister always
of customer
That orders the works (as he smirks)
Not the same as any, I run the game of plenty
I buy my nickels from a dime who
Goes by the name of Penny
yes, respect my name
When they call you Jay?, niggas know we wasn’t friends
So the fact they asked the question show me that they all pretend
3, 1, 2
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
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
complain (don't complain)
My diamonds shining, we ain't pay the same (the same)
Got a Jay-Z watch, it changed the game (the game)
Yeah, big dawg status,
off like Jay Z
Shoot shit like Kobe
Niggas sneak dissin', don't know me
Then come around and try to bro me
Won't never tell you what I think
Always
And then I gotta get a Jerry curl to make 'em all keep drippin
You *****z know I never really be trippin, my beats bang
Make ears bleed thru walkmens thats
then them bullets run for ya
'Cause I be minding my business, I love money and THC
Who the fuck just hopped out with that rock on, that's Keef Jay-Z
would have you by my side
So many days, boy, that you took my pain away 'cause only you can heal my heartache
When we didn't have enough you made sure
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
We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John i hear
They're
to the Blue-ah-Print-ah tres piece, Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Rasclaat when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
Call my lawyer, get ready for the lawsuits
Even though people will know it’s the truth
Coming into the music industry, I guess ill start by gaining
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