[Intro: Jay-Z]
What you [?] [?]
What you getting high now, man?
What them niggas tellin' you, man? (Get out your mommy's house)
It's not you Johnny
Come back home, man
Forty years old Johnny, man, should be ashamed of yourself (Big 4-O, baby)
You want some attention?
Give you some attention
Check it out
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
My brain on the top it's long like marathons (Woo)
More popular than tons of marijuan (Woo)
Nigga you ain't strong enough to carry on, I move heavy weight, you ain't never carry Shawn
Free
You happy?
[Verse 2: Freeway]
I got 'em (Oh)
You like the beer Kane dropped in menace 40 and broke
Freeway let the forty smoke, tend to my business, diss Jay
Free come where you stay, bе where you visit homes
You shouldn't bе alone, sleep with your K, look
It's the front line of the Roc, man, the beef man
Freeway speak the heat jab, the Glock freeze time like a lock man
Don't make me have to swing pass your peeps pad
Smack up mommy and pop's, fam
It's that simple don't mention the dogs
I make R. Kelly fuck with your kids and swing past and give your sister the love
You probably simp for the love
You real tough in your songs but ain't built for the kids, uh
What you [?] [?]
What you getting high now, man?
What them niggas tellin' you, man? (Get out your mommy's house)
It's not you Johnny
Come back home, man
Forty years old Johnny, man, should be ashamed of yourself (Big 4-O, baby)
You want some attention?
Give you some attention
Check it out
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
My brain on the top it's long like marathons (Woo)
More popular than tons of marijuan (Woo)
Nigga you ain't strong enough to carry on, I move heavy weight, you ain't never carry Shawn
Free
You happy?
[Verse 2: Freeway]
I got 'em (Oh)
You like the beer Kane dropped in menace 40 and broke
Freeway let the forty smoke, tend to my business, diss Jay
Free come where you stay, bе where you visit homes
You shouldn't bе alone, sleep with your K, look
It's the front line of the Roc, man, the beef man
Freeway speak the heat jab, the Glock freeze time like a lock man
Don't make me have to swing pass your peeps pad
Smack up mommy and pop's, fam
It's that simple don't mention the dogs
I make R. Kelly fuck with your kids and swing past and give your sister the love
You probably simp for the love
You real tough in your songs but ain't built for the kids, uh
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