| Heaven knows you mean well
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| Heaven won’t you lead us
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| Let me know if I shall
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| God can only save us now
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| I walk into the building and I’m back like
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| A 45 jersey under black light
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| Jordan era rap, extraordinarily crack
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| Missed the past couple seasons, fuck the past
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| Every time I’m on this mic I’m Michelangelo painting portraits of hell
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| This bitch had thought she could keep me under a shell
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| Shootin shells at the roof, this is no longer a coupe
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| This a coup de tat, find the quickest route to getting loot
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| Nigga, tell 'em when I’m there I’ll beat the rookie of the year
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| And after that the MVP, been a champ my whole career
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| Put my crew all on my shoulders with me everywhere I go
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| I ain’t stopping til I’m on and when I’m on I want a throne
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| Man, I been a king, nigga
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| Girls on the floor going crazy
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| In a Mercedes, feeling like I’m JAY Z
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| And you know we probably faded
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| Bitch, we celebratin'
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| Feelin' like I’m Jay Z
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| I’m feelin' like I’m Jay Z
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| These bitches got me out here feelin' like I’m Jay Z
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| I’m feelin' like I’m Jay Z
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| I’m with my niggas and I’m feelin' like
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| Look like the son of a god inside the mind of a man
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| I got the heart of a lion, I got the head of a ram
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| I paint pictures with words nigga, I fuck up a pen
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| Been bodybagging these tracks ever since I fucking began
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| Same ass nigga that I was back then
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| I don’t rock no gold chain, I don’t got no rolex
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| I don’t got no gold grill, but I’m mad real and my flow sick
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| And I go hard, I’m over looked
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| Over due, I over work
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| Overdosed on all that kush, overload, comatose
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| I’m back, I’m never stoppin' on some Hova shit
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| Had to stop cause bitches always actin' on some bogus shit
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| Think I’m resurrected lights all on a nigga glow and shit
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| Feel like I’m the greatest so the greatest seem appropriate
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| Nigga what?
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| Real nigga, I’m on one, these niggas ain’t on shit
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| Stop worrying about old shit, shoutout to my old…
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| Girls on the floor and they worshippin 'me
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| They twerkin' for me, I’m God in here
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| Stunt on hoes I kinda dated, I kinda made it, we right up here
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| Man, you know I’m rolling deep
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| Fuck whatever club if my whole team ain’t here with me
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| We got a couple bottles and some bitches in the back
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| Her heads in my lap, she love the way I rap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song JAY Z , by - Goodbye Tomorrow. Song from the album A Journey Through The Mind Of A Non Believer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп