Lyrics:
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
first day of September
I was at a bank, then a woman took me
And she drove me out to Vegas and
She gave me to a bookie
A man won me fair and square
He had
steal stuff
Gave him the Ant-Man suit
Shrunk him down to size
Hank's daughter Hope trained him up and
Taught him how to fight
A guy named Yellowjacket
He
Gunna pushin' pleas, Young Thug still stuck in jail
Niggas sayin' Gunna new name is I'm Gonna Tell
Until we all know the facts we shouldn't speak
mouth. He on my name, stand for brat. I gotta chase it. We pull up on your blog. Masked up, no Jason. Creeping on these niggas, shit finna get spooky. Cut
to faze me
Hella killas who I'm around, they put on masks like Jason
My lil nigga A hit the licks, like his name was Mason
Fuck a nigga bitch in his crib,
carried all my chains? (Son of Man, Son of God, Jesus)
Ohh and in three days became the Name above all names
(No other name, can't nobody love me like
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
the drugs like your name might be Dora, bruh
Horrible, calling me names, you adorable
Shitting on fits, but my shits is all wearable
Shitting on fits, man
give a fuck for?
We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy
Sending hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto
they gave up
Keep playing with my name if you wanna get got
Man the kid's gettin' hot
I'm just calling my shot
Still got way more in the clip
Musashi
Jason way my blade swing
Eat it up no raisin' bran
I'm the talk of all the clans
Fi-fi-fi-fisting that pussy cuz I don't really got no plans
I
the bottom, hold up, what up, man? Shout out to Lil Vance
On the phone with Jason, keep it gangster know how we be playin'
If you like 'em you can fuck 'em
president droppin’ bombs, huh
‘fore he gave y’all a stimmy
D trump dropped them racks
Sleepy Joe lookin’ stingy
Ayy, MAGA hat still on my head
But I know
that
Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all that?
New wave of muzak that you're all lovin'
Got your broads on my balls huggin'
Even my next-of-kin's famous
it; cause it was August
And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (Trick or treat!)
Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam
keeping this tame
Bois running licks I ain't mentioning names
Run with a glizzy man looks mans looks dizzy stumbling round tryna find his piece
Come with
Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while
name it, I've done
Live the life of a hustla, keepin' it gangsta
Whatever you name it, I've done
I've been all around the world, met all kinds of girls
the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way they perform
It seems the Klan gave
And I act like the man, 'cause this my time
Plus the hood say they miss my dimes
It's young money
All you see me with is Coogi
Dogs and long chains
imagine
Jason Keaton, I can only imagine
Life's about decisions man
It's in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can
It's in your hand and you
can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you (X3)
Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with
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