| I wanna meet Jay and just play a rhyme for him
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| I see him spitting Heineken, like girl rhyme again
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| Saying your inspiring, to Blue Ivy and them
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| Take it back like hockey jerseys, guess jeans
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| And butter timbs
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| Jehovah’s Witness, I never had a Christmas
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| Never really missed it
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| Toys on a wish list
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| Papa worked night shift to make sure my life lit
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| Like them trees with them angel wings and some nice gifts
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| Not a single birthday party wit a cake lit
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| Never had to blow out candles for my wishes
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| Told anything that I dreamed I could be if
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| I worked at it, had to put the drive into automatic
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| Memories of paramedics up at the crib late
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| Im fearing her life, got me praying for Allstate
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| Put some good hands on her, I need for always
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| And beyond being young, she gotta live to see old age
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| Hard watching mama sick, It felt like some cold days
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| I wonder if she thought of paradise like Coldplay
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| I know what cross your mind when your health ain’t all great
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| Fear of losing life, I know the feeling too well, weight
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| Heavy on mind, I was sick summers, losing weight
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| Had to be a patient patient, praying to mediate
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| Escape in the music take me far as them everglades
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| Red accord riding, memorizing that J-A-Y hyphen
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| Thinking of my life in them future days
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| All my dreams on my mind looping on replay, like
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| When I weighed 110, ten, summer young, thin
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| When I played ball, I always played Jay before the gym
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| Hustle music for the hustlers, we both rimmed rocks
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| His in tires, mine retired, double-deuce on slot
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| Twenty-two 2's, I was 22 in jersey
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| Tri-state how New York City connected with my jersey
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| Ya girl game tight, you can say im Jay worthy
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| Thats double entendre flow, I wonder if you heard me?
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| Got diamonds in my hands, we both throwing the rocks up
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| Its all nets, like the team, yo shouts to Brooklyn
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| My sister call me Marcy, this a Marcy project
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| Marcy projects influence, holding Hov on the steps
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| On the sets of big dreams, in Time Square, New York
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| Rocking BB Kings, wit my team, we feeling the force
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| Snap back to reality, Im back in accords
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| Snap back to reality, recording on boards
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| Its like |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Destiny, artist - Rapsody. Album song The Idea Of Beautiful, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп