[Intro] All proceeds to my chain Yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah Should've never gave them niggas no money We was in the store 'member we ain't want nothin' (Ain't want nothin') 'Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain't frontin' no more, oh, no (No more) Should've never gave them niggas no money (No money) We was in the store 'member we ain't want nothin' (Nah) 'Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain't frontin' no more, oh, no (No more) Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1] My mentality's a tapestry, ain't it if I can paint it It'd be too heavy to hang it from the nail in the wall Dangerously danglin' Sick with the languages speakin' pangolin down at the animal mall, oh He who answered the call, the most cancelled rapper who rappin' never happened to fall Wanna subdue Lu like Max Verstappen Take him off the track and lap him, I see the devil clappin' his claws But this what happens after applause if rappin' was blacked call this rappin' from the back of a broad This style of rappin's called pattern and pause Still a one-man class action trapped in his cause (Yeah)
[Interlude] Stay focused, keep grindin' Follow the mission Don't stop 'til you get there When you think you there, keep goin' Keep grindin', hustle
[Verse 2] Uh I'm a different type of nigga fulfilled Say the word, nigga is a trigger so chill I'm like, "Why keep nigga concealed? It's white people still usin' the word nigga for real Never ignorant, genuine genius appeals sincerely hearin' it thrills Yeah, I'm from a lyrical miracle, biblical guild a great white clearing his gills the nearest mirror of skill Somewhere between jazz, Jigga and drill Minus all the niggas it kills Right before they finish they wills A healthy menace told the dentist I eat splenda, spinach and pills for life Playin' Ur with David Blaine on a commercial flight, first class rollin' the dice This for my chain All donations are appreciated I put the pen down but the location was abbreviated To briefly state it that's briefly stayed with we still apart But the split was so congenial it's like divorces was mediated, uh Drifted the genetics 'til it speciated Put variables in my dataset and then I deviated It's miracles in the dataset it's like DBA as TD Jakes without a CPA I used to CTA it Ferrari from that Harvey from this car sear, can believe he made it Target hated feelin' like Star of David where they GDK it, uh Independent thinker I should CD Babe it, feet covered in Tinkers Promise to self no longer reference the Matrix and stay away from fake shit 'Cause in a flash they'll turn on the click just like blinkers These and other hazards are just part of the work Reverse Aztec put my heart in a verse The one man half Dash, Carter and Burke
[Chorus] Roc-A-Fella, y'all Uh Yeah
[Verse 3] Impediments and the random egotistical elephant in the room Lookin' for somethin' heaven sent, like it's medicine in the moon Or intelligence in the heaviness of a tune How much your song weigh? Thirty pounds for every entendre So the playlist will still be heavy as a spaceship on a spaceship Even though it's weightless A bar full of plates so a waitress weightlifts with every single entree Contray to what the pawn say, swan slay with every convey If words were rocks, birds in flocks, stop that's not the chess of the experts That's a straight rookie move To get close to the DOS, I fed 'em bread first Jaded so denigrated and inundated With every image that I was finished and in a status of endin' stages So I insulated into pages, liberated my inner sages Now the minutes from the meetings of my mind with my mind Look like a minister mixed with Dennis the Menace, made it, baited, beat it, baked it and ate it Graciously my engineer saved the most sacred of it in avid, moor I can sell money to the poor A pyramid to a mummy, they even pay attention even when they ignore My compulsive indecision made addition into a chore Is it two plus two? Just two two's? Or is it four? If I got a calculator, what's the point of even keepin' score? That's not allowed when you tested So I added it all up, they just tryna slow us down like instruments in Texas All proceeds to my necklace
[Chorus] Roc-A-Fella, y'all Roc-A-Fella, y'all Yeah (All proceeds to my chain)
[Outro] Should've never gave them niggas no money We was in the store 'member we ain't want nothin' 'Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain't frontin' no more Should've never gave them niggas no money We was in the store 'member we ain't want nothin' 'Cause we was poor, now a nigga ain't frontin' no more, oh-oh, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
