Jay Z — F.U.T.W.

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Just let me great. [x2]

Don’t be good, my n**ga,
Be great!
After that government cheese,
We eating steak;
After the projects,
Now we on estates,
I’m from the bottom,
I know y’all can relate.

Fuck up the world. [x2]

Me and destiny got a date,
Martin had a dream,
Hov gotta team.
My chain already heavy,
Don’t let me get a ring.
Parades down Flatbush,
Confetti on my fur,
Turn right in Red Hook,
N**gas heavy on the curve.
See, most my n**gas died early twenties or late teens,
I’m just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime.
1% of a billion more than n**gas even seen,
Still they wanna act like it’s an everyday thing,
Clean.

[Chorus:]
Fuck Up This World. [x2]

High yellow sky dweller and the rose gold,
Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl,
Came thru Pasadena in the low low
Just to show respect to the cholos.
Feel like a stranger in my own land,
Got me feeling like Brody in “Homeland”,
I just want a shot to show my genius,
Standing on the top, hold my penis.
America tried to emasculate the greats:
Murder Malcolm,
Gave Cassius the shakes…
Wait.
Tell them, rumble, young man, rumble,
Try to dim your lights, tell you be humble,
You know, I’m gon shine like a trillion watts,
You know, a n**ga trill as Michael Jackson socks,
Send a light out to Compton and the hundred blocks.
Lil bastard boy,
Basking on top.

[Chorus]

Sipping D’USSE, boy, this ain’t your daddy yak,
He in a Cadillac.
Me? I’m in the Maybach,
This ain’t grey sweat suits and white tube socks,
This is black leather pants and a pair of Stance.
Socks is my synopsis is clear,
Got strip clubs feeling like Oxford,
I swear.
Teacher, teacher,
I’m trying to unteach ya,
All the shit they taught y’all,
They got you all in the bleachers.
When you front row at the Knick game,
Those the Spike Lees,
You front row everywhere, you in the H.O.V.s.
Jordan 1s
And dungarees,
And that’s just the half of my warpath.
Make a million, another million, let my n**gas make a million
Till we all check a billion,
Shit, it’s just the way I’m feeling.
We have yet to see a ceiling,
We just top what we top,
Cause the bars don’t struggle,
And the struggle don’t stop.

[Chorus]