Lyrics:
short some mills
I need Dame and Biggs
I got faith and skills
Jay-Z '96
Location, vacation
Location and a vacation
Location, vacation
Location
an old MC
Most mature Gen Z
Local curse, set free
I call my myself Nevada because let's see
I'm the one these local rappers NV
I'm nearly 5'9" (Royce) but
skinned invasion
Of the mainland get your
pistols for occasion
Jay z might have
roc but not p nation
Im a pretty
mutha fucker fuck discrimination
Reaching
Roc nation Jay Z now,
I am making money now, I'm taking trips to paper town
Call me loser, With have no future, snakes are in my family
How can you
or might pop this pill
Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill
History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929, still
Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby,
why our four tour buses hit more cities than Greyhound
Hip-hip hooray, Tha Liks is on the way
I'm like the homey that drops by, and stays all day
We
the drop, trunk pop and wave
These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit
I fly right by, so they don't even benefit
To get close to me, or SLAB
We threw up
see ya the spot ya chasin, like Roc Nation
What if you never meet Jay What if you never meet Em
What if you never meet Drake What if you never meet them
I feel like jay
Man, Money comin in like I'm Lil Zaza nigga
These hoes got no home training like where yo pops at nigga
Grew up on tha carter two,
don't fuck with you rappers
Never had trust in a rapper, (Nah, nah)
And all y'all bitches who be dating these rappers getting fucked by these rappers
I
Back when they thought pink Polos
Would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got the shit to pop
The doors was closed
I felt like Bad Boy's street team:
I
playing guard
With young niggas between 5'5" and 6 foot 4
I banged over both, trying to bank over some more
And ball out in something gorgeous that'll
Klasický pravidlo funguje tak
Že to co závidíš, pak nechceš a naopak
Chtěl by jsi všechny holky na vomak
Stejně by jsi pak z nich nebyl paf
Ale spíš
my Roscoe
In case a nigga get to tripping at the roc show
I use to sell your pops coke I'm a og
Keep asking bout a 63 I got 9 on me
You break it down
like Jay z
In gta mode she not like Tracy
They know I'm a rockstar
They know I'm a rockstar
They know I'm a rockstar
They know I'm a rockstar
They
there
Anybody that know me know I love when it go there
Dawg, and yeah that's wassup
Four dimes, all mine nigga that's wassup
Yeah, wifey want to curse me
piece
The way I got Roc, they comparing me to Jay Z
I gave y'all the blue print yall fuck niggas lazy
I guess they want a handout, reason that my ops
you beefing with lil Jay and expect not to die by gun
My patna come through tripping marching band you know we got the drums
Spinning on they block back
it a billion
My flow change with the scene like a chameleon
My niggas got out the field we in the building
Pop shit, bitch where I'm from I'm Jay Z
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae,
about my dollar change 50 get him spent
My blue print
Black Carter
HOV ain't want me on the ROC but I'm the hottest on the corner
A to Z I rock J's hit
the type that talk wild
But nigga's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom
You know Jay Z's spot him
I haven't heard him in a while
And you know how
to co leci z jego ust
Bo to nie to czego oczekiwał i już
Zdziesiątkowany liże rany przy obalanym 07
Ostatnie dwa tygodnie to nieskończoność i cel jeden
By
get a new kill
Jay say one by one, but I want them all, make the whole harvest chill
Niggas say Fox five, but never shot nothing, so who I'm supposed
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