Intro:
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all
'96, futuristic sh** b**h
Uh, what the f**?
How we do
How we do
Uh huh
Verse 1:
It's the eventual triple platinum n***a with the solid gold fate
All that nickel and dime sh** don't hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see)
As you thumb through The Source I read the Robb Report
Cla** C, hold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite
My people's eyes through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down freak
As I shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough to stop 'em from spreading the news
Paper heading reads "Jay-Z breathes, 80 degrees"
The only thing to cool them off is a Malibu Bay Breeze
Can't stop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a n***a picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga haven't done dirt in a while
You know my stomach getting weak from living on the streets for real
Trying to oversee it from suites, ordering eats
At the top where the real criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is, right? That's where your dream is - well ain't
It?)
Hook:
You're only a customer (uh)
Walking in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
Roc-A-Fella
[Verse 2]
Yo, my youth had a n***a too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought invested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch away
What you deem most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing?
I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for dough, I gotta consult Irv Gotti y'all (Heads got to roll)
I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're facing is official (It's official)
Most cases when I'm blazing won't miss you (Won't miss you)
Case and point, make bullsh** an issue I'll see it to the end
My writing is so personal my heart bleeding through the pen
Make no mistake about me
There's only one n***a living that got a half a cake about me
I got love, I can k** a friend over fam, not d**
And very few people understand that love
To make a n***a die bleeding is nothing
You make a motherf**er die breathing then you saying something
[Hook x3]
[Verse 3]
More flavor than y'all can image having
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt
Brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life
f** it, greasy eye, had the whole D.C. high
Pissy off Cristals,
3G's high seasoned Bacardi, VVS's blesses my body
We be fresh at the party, play yourself, go 'head
If you don't know the ledge
It's like spitting to God
Get it in the face f**ing with n***as over your head
Take your time with me, shifty
Used to make coke stretch like the sample in the 950
Sit with that, while I'm on a Kawasaki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a b**h on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rocafella logo
Acapulco to Aruba, bay breezes and caviar Beluga
Very little loot eludes us
In the grayish blueish, LEX coupe it's the root of evil in these people
(What the f**)
[Hook x3]