Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y’all
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Futuristic shit, bee-atch
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Uh, what the fuck? |
How we do, how we do
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Uh huh, uh huh
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It’s the eventual triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fade
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All that nickle and dime shit, don’t hold no weight
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Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see)
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As you thumb through The Source, I read the Robb Report
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Class C, cold me down with the plastic
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That’s all I ask of you, like Raphael Saadiq
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At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite
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My people’s eyes through the peep hole
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I’m loving you down freak, as I
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Shoot through the city like a rumor
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Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreading
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The newspaper heading read «Jay-Z breathes, 80 degrees
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Only thing to cool him off is a Malibu Bay Breeze»
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Can’t stop for the Feds, say cheese
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You know they wanna take a nigga picture
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Pray for the day to get ya, but I’ma parlay, stay richer for now
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Jigga hasn’t done dirt in a while
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You know my stomach’s getting weak from living on the streets
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For real, I’m trying to oversee it from suites, ordering eats
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At the top where the real criminal minds meet
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That’s where the cream is (right?!)
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That’s where your dream is (well ain’t it?)
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You’re only a customer (uh)
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Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
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We spend money all night
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(All night long)
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Beeotch, Roc-A-Fella y’all, ha ha
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You’re only a customer (uh)
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Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
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We spend money all night
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(All night long)
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Yeah, ayo my youth had a nigga too aggressive, ha
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I used to speed excessive, both eyes closed
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No thought infested
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Hitting pot holes, cop-o's'll snatch your away
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What you deem most precious
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Had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth
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Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing?
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I don’t know to tell the truth, if I’m pressed for dough
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Gotta consult Irv Gotti y’all, heads got to roll
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I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive
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If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
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What you’re facing is official (it's official)
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In most cases when I’m blazing won’t miss you (won't miss you)
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Case and point made bullshit a issue, I see it to the end
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My writing so personal, my heart bleeding through the pen
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Make no mistake about me
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It’s only one nigga living, I got half a cake about me
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I got love, I can kill a friend over fam not drugs
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And very, few people understand that love
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To make a nigga die bleeding is nothing (nothing)
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You make a motherfucker die breathing
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Then you saying something, beeotch
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You’re only a customer (uh)
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Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
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We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella y’all, ha ha
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(All night long)
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You’re only a customer (uh)
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Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
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We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella
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(All night long)
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You’re only a customer (uh)
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Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
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We spend money all night
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(All night long)
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More flavor than y’all can image having
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Graphic like Sega Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
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It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt
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Brain ain’t right from inhaling the work all my life
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Fuck it, greasy I, had the whole D.C. high
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Pissy off Cristal, 3G high
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Seasoned Bacardi, VVS’s
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Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party
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Play yourself go 'head if you don’t know the ledge
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It’s like spitting to God
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Get it in your face fucking with niggas over your head
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Take your time with me, shifty
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Used to make coke stretch like a sample in a 950
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Shit with that, while I’m on a Kawasaki bike
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At the light, doing a pike, with a bitch on the back
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And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
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In 35 slow-mo, with the Roc-A-Fella logo
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Acapulco to Aruba, Bay Breezes and caviar beluga
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Very little loot eludes us
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In the grayish blueish L-e-x coupe
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It’s the root of evil in these people, what the fuck?
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You’re only a customer (uh)
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Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
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We spend money all night
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Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh, beeotch
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(All night long)
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You’re only a customer (uh)
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Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
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We spend money all night
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(All night long)
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Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh
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Futuristic shit |