Andrews Correa - Jay STEEZ kickin it at the Entree office lyrics

(Intro) Alright This one goes for Mr. Shawn Carter. I know you probably not listening, but, I'm gonna go for it anyway Unh, Jay to the STE. to Mr. Jay to the Z Just trying to find the place that you be (Hook) Said it's not Mr. Jay to the Z, but it's more Mr. Jay to the STEEZ I'm just trying to find the place that you be (Verse: 1) Look Said first things first, I STEEZ, i'm looking for Mr. Carter Yup, and I'm just getting started I appreciate the game, and the way that you fathered it But I've been up to par with all them artists that you partnered with I noticed I got the home-field advantage So eye show sk**, the flow ill, the ho's seem panicked And i'm so real. Homie's just a ghost and a mannequin And trying to know who he is, under-wraps like bandages Not to mention that I haven't found a management Managers try to manage us, but they just couldn't handle it So I had to make a better image, homie became aggressive wit it Now the block say that i'm the best to spit it Well, i'm overflowing with confidence, and charm It's obvious i've been up on my co*ky sh** To back it up I got the bars for days That's why it took us about a month to make a marvelous tape So tell me where you are Mr. J, so I can stop calling ya name (Hook) (Verse: 2) Coming from the home place of way too many mouths to be fed When you make it to be the greatest, or you're probably dead 9 to 5 is the only time you can spend This is coming from the bottom of my heart and off the top of my head Freestyling in them hallways all day Thought that we was balling, that's until we seen Lebron play Was like you betta step ya sh** up kid We in the school of hard knocks, with the stick up kids Its not the fame, your man just turn, switch quick The unspoken truth so you betta keep your lip zipped An infant to the game about to hit 6 years writing verses and I still ain't get rich? I guess I'm looking for a man to blame, getting older realizing it'll have to change So by the age of 21 I'ma have a champagne range rover, J roller, and a platinum chain... Asking me a lot to sing.. f** it (Hook) (Verse: 3) I said there's J-HOVA, J-Cole, J elect, Jadakiss Wale Falorin used to be one of my favorites Listening to Floetry, Ambrosius was amazing wit it Been a fresh prince before Will met with Jada Pinkett I am working part-time just so I can save a few g's By the time i'm eighteen, make a stable living My older sisters trying to pay tuition And i'm just hoping that I can make it Cablevision Cause i'm out here scrubbing toilets Just so i can be the perfect son my mother wanted? My older cousin doin time for a gun charge The other moving weight, got n***as tryin to run up on him My old man took his head off, so you'd be dead wrong for thinking that I fell off I just been on vacation for a minute, but the game won't be the same when I'm finished Do you feel it? Look The flows I had to switch em up, cause I ain't plan on giving up I got more wheel power than a semi-truck As a youngin, I really couldn't remember much But listening to Juicy when I copped my first sippy cup I done came full swing as an artist And kept the underground mind-state like an ostrich But I still pull strings like guitar picks So telling me to go harder is no problem! (Hook) (Verse: 4) And I swear to everything, when I leave this earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt I mean, try me, f**ing, but when I squeeze it hurts Lose two lives, yours and mines Give me any amount of time, don't let my momma grieve At the funeral parlor dripping tears down her sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let my momma grieve