Jay-Z - In My Lifetime
This song here is dedicated to Danny DanMay he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So I have no other choice but to do it my way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh) uh
While niggas are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways to make it rotten
Well-planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggas that utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these rappin'-ass niggas wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggas see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
While you're starin' on my dick, nigga, gimme yours
I don't hassle with capsules 'cause that'll make the grass grow
And get a project nigga paid up the asshole (uh)
If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin' to make a mil', my shit is real for real
While others worship guns, I worship tons of money
Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
Eighty percent of these niggas with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uh
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (for real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (for real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (yeah)
More ice than winter '94
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin', I'm hittin' shorties with consignment but don't play me
Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggas ain't crazy
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
Under some vagina, discussin' the finer things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream (uh)
They think I've mastered the game 'cause dames scream my name with passion
I tell 'em stop flashin' and start stashin'
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke
Invest in pounds of herbs and profit if niggas wanna smoke dope (uh)
But keep your nuts 'cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne till it's a damn shame
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (for real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (true)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (ha)
I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the casino
Schoolin' the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back, the '95 version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
You're rollin' with a pro with money to blow, child
You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
I never slept 'cause sleepin' keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (for real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (stay real)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of dough (true)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole lot of cash (ha)
Haha, f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B High
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
Best Out, my V-A click running thick
D'shawn definitely in the house
Roughness y'all, uh, this how we do
Written by:
David Anthony Willis, Shawn C. Carter
Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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