Hit-Boy - Jay-Z Interview Lyrics
(Verse : Hit-Boy)All these niggas really know my at bat average, ridiculous rap patternsAnd ***** what you know, this Youngen got the coldest beatsAll my old hoes laying in the coldest sheetsEven if they married they still can't get over meYou 0 for 3, I'm shooting a hundred right from the field nowI'm just a Fresh Prince, buzzing like Uncle Phil's childAnd I Will style, peace to all my Hilary'sStuffin' money in banks, hitting Marilyn's like a KennedyAnd if you feeling me, just let me know it'Cos I just set the stage and get these words off like a poetI'm Robert Frost cold on these hoes, I just give them theEdgar Allen Poe upSippin something expensive and party 'till they throw upHold upAll my niggas roll up, until the cops show upHer momma say momma's son is a millionaire"And just for that, throw your ones up in the airThis is Freshman Adjustment meets Late RegistrationConnected up with the kings all 'cos of Ricky's relationsTell the nigga I've been studying since I started creatingNow all these niggas is hating, waiting, judging, debatingTryin' to charge me with a flagrant, but I will not stopThey tryin' to Derek Fisher the boy, but I will not flopInstead I take it bassline, like KobeAnd I play my own drums and basslines, you know me, homieI'm getting courted by the bossesThe Ye's, the Hov's, the Puff's, and all them nigga's who's notorious for flossingKnown to be in places these niggas ain't never heard ofI *****ed women and watched thrones up in the MercerSign my signature in cursive for them incidentalsThen we got *****ed up off that Ace listening to instrumentalsI came a long way from that place where niggas can't wait to get youAnd now you copped your favorite mag and I'm in the latest issueAnd all the *****es I never could bag, they steadily claiming they miss youAnd it's a shame when I get the low-fadeHave all these women feeling like the fourth gradeCrushin on a Youngen, 'cos they know I'm so paidOnce I get the digits consider me so laidAnd none of this shit is fiction cos really I don't playI changed up my old ways, to kill 'em like OJRemind them of a young Mike, fresh J's and a gold chainI stay tailored like politicians, but ***** like I'm out on bondWomen catching feelings trying to be my first son momBut I'm catching millions tying to be the first one onAnd my CD, do you feel me, if you coming, come onIE nigga, I'm a IE niggaWent from Colton High School to the widescreen niggaCouldn't walk in my shoes or jog by me niggaSince I play by my rules I acquired these figuresNow a nigga got enough to supersize, ride with himNo surprise, all these Benjamins inside my denimCouldn't be the nigga sitting on the sideline benchingOpen minds will be the ones to oblige my visionTelevise my mission, on channel 5, see me in the newsThey monitor my every move, wanna see me loseHear the shit I spit like "what the ***** has gotten into you?"I got 'em tuned in like a Jay-Z interview
