Roc-A-Fella Y'all

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 nothing (Ain't want nothin')
'Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain't fronting 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 nothing (Nah)
'Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain't fronting no more, oh, no (No more)
Yeah, yeah

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 dangling
Sick with the languages speaking pangolin down at the animal mall, oh
He who answered the call, the most cancelled rapper who rapping never happened to fall
Wanna subdue Lu like Max Verstappen
Take him off the track and lap him, I see the devil clapping his claws
But this what happens after applause if rapping was blacked call this rapping 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)

Stay focused, keep grinding
Follow the mission
Don't stop 'til you get there
When you think you there, keep going
Keep grinding, hustle

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 using the word nigga for real
Never ignorant, genuine genius appeals sincerely hearing 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
Playing Ur with David Blane on a commercial flight, first class rolling 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 feeling 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

Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Uh
Yeah

Impediments and the random egotistical elephant in the room
Looking for something 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 ending 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 keeping 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

Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Yeah
(All proceeds to my chain)

Should've never gave them niggas no money
We was in the store 'member we ain't want nothing
'Cause we was broke, now a nigga ain't fronting no more
Should've never gave them niggas no money
We was in the store 'member we ain't want nothing
'Cause we was poor, now a nigga ain't fronting no more, oh-oh, yeah