Jay-z Interview Pt. Ii Lyrics - Singles - Hit-boy

[Verse 1] 

Young smart niggas with dumb figures 

Now we type the codes to the places that shun niggas 

I've been on the road, got me feelin' like I coach 

Tryna Phil Jackson the game, they treat you like Jerry Sloan 

But I been Stocktons, droppin' dimes that can't leave him alone 

That shit can get messy when I FIFA my flow, let's kick it 

At my new place, come acquire this true taste 

I remind 'em of Hussein, I rack up like pool games 

Inked the new deal, they said I was overfunded 

But I make my own shit so I never go over budget 

Went and copped the estate, they said I had overdone it 

It's that Fire Marshall Bill flow, lemme show you somethin' 

I'm live in a livin' color like a Wayans brother 

Feelin' like I'm home in my away colors, keep hittin' the same jumper 

Y'all better put that 2-3 on him before I go 2-3 on 'em 

Nigga I just keep zonin' 

I'm zoned out, used to be from Zone 4 

Now the niggas that I grew with, I don't know no more 

Them thoughts closer than Kobe when I'm on that floor 

Do the math, I keep killin' these four times fours 

Tryna bring some women through that the crew would love 

Shit they really ain't new but they new to us 

I don't spend a lot of time lookin' for who to trust 

L.A. bitches just want fun, don't care who you've fucked 

Hi to them girls around the city Maserati wippin' 

Daily doses of all my Britneys just to calm my spirit 

I promised I would never talk, nor would I spread your business 

Love to them girls who live in danger, that drive and do they make-up 

Always been the humble type, but I can't take light 

To niggas double my age givin' brash advice 

When they ain't done half that I have 

Since the madness began, been sellin' more than a catamaran 

Then they compare me, these people try to compare me 

To niggas producin' tapes, they ain't even close to a grammy 

I'm sorry, do understand me, get off my yard like I'm Stanley 

I'm gettin' higher than Smokey, Big Worm niggas can't catch 

Mama missin' my old early innocent ways 

Cause I'm smokin' now, got them hoes around, but we paid 

Workin' harder than ever, shit'll never be the same 

This is a promise I made, that's a promise I'll never break 

Makin' time as it comes to tell my girl that I love her 

Mature, but with emotions I couldn't be any younger 

Apologies if I fed you my bullshit every supper 

I still feel like we got it, it might've just been the timin' 

Either way, you could never say I was off my game 

Five thousand dollar dates, courtside with the Lakes 

Watch you carry that new Celine, that shit look just like a snake 

Went everywhere with the team, the average meal was a steak 

And I'm stuck in that awkward moment when teammates turn to opponents 

It's royalties over loyalty, wish that I woulda known it 

I'm caught up in my progression, ain't thinkin' 'bout no emotion 

I thought that it was a blessin', ain't think that they would oppose it 

It's ok now, I'm takin' my own path 

I head to the Bay now, I'm hearin' my own laughs 

Ride with my own team of niggas who would mob, unconditional 

This is part two of that Jay-Z interview 

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[Outro] 

Yeah 

Whether right or wrong 

I had to write this song 

This my thoughts 

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