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I'm talkin' to you as a man
How the FUCK is you flossin a Benz?
Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em
Jim Jones dissin' Jay
This rap shit
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Jay-Z yea
Ight yea yea yea
Slow it down lil bit
Let me get a
Let me get a organ
Aye yessir
That's what I'm talking bout
Take 'em to church deacon
I said
do...
This is my life
Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Royce mufucka
We don't speak in vain
We don't act like we street
We do not say names
We don't ask Em to book us in
The door to get a deal
And then turn
the gats
They get the chance to grip 'em
And they bullets got bald heads
Clips full of cancer victims
Ya boy go dumb but I'm a man of wisdom
If this retard
on and on
And throughout the globe
Its nothing but fiction
Fairy tells Covid19 spell descriptions uh uh
Please picture the night when God was silent
Picture this prison
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that
phone
Cause this money talk ain't long
But it's got be blessed
Got be blessed
Got be blessed by number one
I shake the game make em lose balance
I'm
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
speaks the heavenly words
The nouns and verbs and whatever you heard
Whatever synonym, we killin' 'em
Everybody feelin' him the people's choice
with me?
Coming at me on some Jay-Z shit
Who you with?
Calling my cell, leaving crazy voicemails
Figured you can get me if you called my girl, Nikki
a shooter
Sunday morning in service, I'm singing hallelujahs
Dumb nigga chasing brain, know the smartest students
I arrive, tell em go like they drive
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
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
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
mi vida"
Yeah she tell the truth and , I'm playin my English bitch hear this sayin "boy you stupid"
Fuck Kona ice rather go and fuck Jay Z's wife
No
talk)
They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (got it locked)
I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (doors
you, but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?
Like a ghost, I float
That's my style, Bre-Z step out no-
Problem, I got 'em, they go wild
Still
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
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