Lyrics:
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
Gronie to nie jest mój cel
Szklane drzwi winda jak Z Archiwum X
Ludzie wezmą każdy kredyt by poczuć ten blichtr
Zejdź mi z oczu mamy koleżko inne
with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO?
Would you be with F-A-be-O if he drove a Neo?
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo?
Well why the hell you
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
one job is to drive me crazy
So goddamn brazy
My billion dollar bitch like jay z
In love with you fuck them hoes
My flows are crazy off the dome
Perfect
hop
Thank you Eminem, Joey Badass, Black Thought, Pusha T, Gambino, Kendrick, action fucking Bronson
Griselda, Chance before The Big Day, Jay fucking Z
[Chorus]
Is it really possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, still on top?
Twenty four years, I ain't forget the block
You can ask my Jay in the shop
to Grammy's
From O's to opposite of Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay
For sellin' out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler,
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,
I feel like scarface with the cocaine
Paid in full i like to hustle in my gold chain
Menace to society i am so caine
I'm putting purple in the air
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
All you rappers really lazy
I wanna get a milly or a billy like i'm Jay Z
You can't drop an album every year
Are you Crazy?
Give me more than one
feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you
know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know,
glazing
You boys ain't phasing me don't know why they hate me
Gotta get the dirt up off my shoulder just like Jay Z
You gotta pay me even for my company
the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the thirteenth
Jay-z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm
Yeah!
Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom
D-R-E!
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay-Z!
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?!
Boom boom boom boom
Understand there was a storm now I’m planning a blizzard
With a smidgen of JAY-Z mixed with a WuTang and RZA
This is exquisite I’m carving out my name
(?Cause my whole album ain't about ice)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, when I'm on stage my
ghadi nbano
Dayzin super fast bhalchi flash
Going up up
Step by step nigga none stop
Blama t3adeb 9areb choufa
Ghada dabab lflow dima m9awed
Dima chad
women and stockings
They thinking maybe it’s full sprint I’m just jogging
They thinking Jay Z blueprint I’m just jotting
They wishing on a star while I’m
Na spotifaju kiedy
Wydam album słucha mnie miesięcznie
200 tysięcy osób a kiedy Big Sean na
Topie Billboardu z Travisem
Na feacie nie robi bańki w
Dobę
never made it clear
But I wouldn't be this way if it weren't for Jay
"E.Z.", in this mix, yeah I don't play no games
(Play no games)
Yeah
Reflect
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