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My nigga got on
My nigga got on all white, no socks
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That’s how he feel
Turn my vocal up
That’s how you feel, Emory?
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
Turn the music up too

Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
Like, 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh

Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
Mmmmm
Pretty much
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Nah we did that, Black-owned things
Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, huh
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two)
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth

Hahahaha
I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’, but that ain’t even a statement
That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget
Wait, that ain’t politically correct
Forget it
Can I get “Amen” from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Can I get a “Amen” from the congregation?
Amen, amen

Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
I missed the karma and that came as a consequence
Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’
Can’t losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
I’m tryna fix you
I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
Y’all think small, I think Biggie
Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies
How is him or Pill Cosby s’posed to help me?
Old niggas never accepted me
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis
We all lose when the family fueds
What’s better than one billionaire? Two
I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Y’all need to stop

Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher
Love me like, love
Higher
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, got Lil Cos up here with me
Yeah, yeah

We stuck in La La Land
Even when we win, we gon’ lose
We got the same fuckin’ flows
I don’t know who is who
We got the same fuckin’ watch
She don’t got time to choose
We stuck in La La Land
We got the same fuckin’ moves

Ya’ll fuck the same fuckin’ chicks
I’m in the skrt with ya—yeah, right
I’m the skrt with ya—cool story
I’m on the ch—’nough of this
Look, I know killers, you no killer, huh?
Bathing Ape maybe not a gorilla, huh?
Glorified seat filler, huh?
Stop walkin’ ’round like ya’ll made “Thriller,” huh?
Fake Dracos all in the videos
We sure, we shoot ’em in my city, though
I don’t post no threats on the internet
I just pose a threat, blame Lenny S for that
I don’t be on the ‘Gram goin’ ham
Givin’ information to the pork, that’s all spam
Please don’t talk about guns
That you ain’t never gon’ use
Ya’ll always tell on ya’ll self
I’m just so fucking confused

Ya’ll stuck in La La Land
Even when we win, we gon’ lose
Ya’ll got the same fuckin’ flows
I don’t know who is who
We got the same fuckin’ watch
She don’t got time to choose
We stuck in La La Land
We got the same fuckin’ moves

Ya’ll niggas still signin’ deals? Still?
After all they done stole, for real?
After what they done to our Lauryn Hill?
And ya’ll niggas is ‘posed to be trill?
That’s real talk when you behind on your taxes
And you pawned all your chains
And they run off with your masters
And took it to Beverly Hills
While we in Calabasas
And my head is scratchin’
‘Cause that shit is backwards
That shit ain’t right
Lucy in his kuma
Lucy ain’t on right
Doug ain’t this tight, so
Fuck what we sellin’
Fuck is we makin’?
‘Cause their grass is greener
‘Cause they always rakin’ in mo’
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah

Daddy, what’s a will?

Take those moneys and spread ‘cross families
My sisters Hadi and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TiTi
Eric, the rest can be for whatever she wants to do
She might start an institute
She might put po’ kids through school
My stake in RocNation should go to you
Leave a peace for your siblings to give to their children too
Tidal the champagne D’usse I’d like to see
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
We gon’ start a society within a society
That’s major, just like the Negro League
There was a time America wouldn’t let us ball
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech
Generational wealth, that’s the key
My parents ain’t have shit, so that ship started with me
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh

Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence baby, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

I’ve been listening to Wu-Tang and niggas like
“Your seed, married his seed, married my seed”
That’s how we keep Carter money all in the family
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
Who’s daughter couldn’t escape the reach of the preacher’s hand
That charge of energy set all the Carters back
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
I hated religion ’cause here was this Christian
He was preaching Sundays, versus how he was living Monday
Someday I forgive him ’cause strangely our division led to multiple religions I studied
Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians, and
I was running from him, He was giving me wisdom
See how the universe works?
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
It’s a gift and a curse
That’s called the red queens race

You run this hard just to stay in place
Keep up the pace, baby
Keep up the pace
You run this hard just to stay in place

Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence, you gon’ let ’em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let ’em see

Day, someday, someday, we’ll all
Someday, we’ll all be free

Good morn’ or evening, friends
Smile, you recordin’?

Slammin’ Bentley doors like we invented doors
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
We drinkin’ Cristal in, yeah
Kept the trey on me like Chris Paulin’
Drinkin’ Ace of Spade like it’s codeine now
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Push through the pain so we can see new life
So all the ladies havin’ babies, see a sacrifice
Mama had four kids, but she’s a lesbian
Had to pretend so long that she’s a thespian
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
Don’t matter to me if it’s a him or her
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
Marie Antoinette, baby, let ’em eat cake

Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Good morn’ or evening, friends
Smile
Here’s your friendly announcer
Smile

Far as draft picks, my name did not get called
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board
Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen
Y’all knew that was comin’, I had to remind y’all again, huh?
Flyin’ paper planes through the projects
Now the whole projects on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y’all televised shows
Super facts
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don’t do all that
A loss ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson
Appreciate the pain as a blessin’

Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I’m gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I’m not with you here today, smile
Good morn’ or evening, friends

I mastered my aesthetics
I know you often heard me wax poetic ’bout bein’ back in the Lexus
But trust me, that was nothin’
A nigga up in the hundreds of millions
I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin’, I’m that boy
Anita Baker’s “You Bring Me Joy”
Slappin’ out of the toy, the separation is clear
In my rearview mirror, objects is further than they appear
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair
Playin’ for high stakes
Norman Cake, he lookin’ out of the Lear
How niggas can’t relate
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
Chargin’ my own fate
Respect Jimmy Lovine
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
And niggas playin’ for power, huh
Say our music is ours
Niggas only own houses
Ours was, “Fuck you, pay me”
Now it’s, “Fuck payin’ me, I pay you
Put the rest away for Blue”
That blood money, I giggle at it
Can even support my miss’ habit
Jewelry shoppin’ in Paris
All y’all jewelers should be embarrassed, huh
Blood diamonds drippin’, we cute
I still ain’t trippin’, that’s life, winners and losers
Drug dealers and abusers, America like me ruthless
My therapist said I relapsed
I said, “Prehaps I Freudian slipped in European whips”
God sent me to break the chain
I’m the true and livin’
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Niggas’ll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
Ahhhh what did I do?
‘Cept try to free you
Niggas’ll love you but hate you ’cause they can’t be you
Dump ’em all in the bayou, uh
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
But my story’s too wide to fit inside the line
And too old, these that drugs
Heroin flow, I spaz on the stove
This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
Look, you a pedestrian
Don’t ever question the security I provided you
Oh y’all thought I was washed?
I’m at the cleaners
Launderin’ dirty money like the teamsters, huh
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Fear for you bro, we know the system don’t work
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Yet it’s legal in Colorado
Yeah we deny
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
That’s why it’s a black market, that’s why it’s called the trap
That’s why it’s called the project ’cause it’s exactly that
All these people was gon’ kill me, heh
‘Cause the more I reveal me, the more they ‘fraid of the real me
Welcome back Carter, smile

Living in the shadow
Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Because that’s what you want them to see
Living two lives, happy, but not free
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
The world is changing and they say it’s time to be free
But you live with the fear of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
No harm for them, no harm for me
But life is short, and it’s time to be free
Love who you love, because life isn’t guaranteed
Smile

Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fucking opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to Hell you tell ’em blanco sent you
I can’t take no threats I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen the work la roc so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your live my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in flight mode and that was killing me
I was movin’ them kilos help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got Effen too
Before we had A&R’s we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid.
Ty ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5′ 6″
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pop when we was outta options

Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Put that drum in your ear don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody ya heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a nation Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig I’ma give y’all what you want

Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, loud
I miss a what a bam bam (do it Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I’ll come tonight suck the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
[?] people go on mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
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Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now