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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
The Alan Parsons Project
The Alan Parsons Project
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Alan Parsons
Alan Parsons
Songwriter
Eric Woolfson
Eric Woolfson
Songwriter
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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No ID
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Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

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Kill JAY-Z, they'll never love you You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, JAY-Z Fuck JAY-Z, I mean, you shot your own brother How can we know if we can trust JAY-Z? And you know better, nigga, I know you do But you gotta do better, boy, you owe it to Blue You had no father, you had the armor But you got a daughter, gotta get softer Die JAY-Z, this ain't back in the days You don't need an alibi, JAY-Z Cry JAY-Z, we know the pain is real But you can't heal what you never reveal What's up, JAY-Z? You know you owe the truth to all the youth That fell in love with JAY-Z You got people you love you sold drugs to You got high on life, that shit drugged you You walkin' around like you invincible You dropped outta school, you lost your principles I know people backstab you, I feel bad too But this 'fuck everybody' attitude ain't natural But you ain't the same, this ain't KumbaYe But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye You gave him 20 million without blinkin' He gave you 20 minutes on stage, fuck was he thinkin'? "Fuck wrong with everybody?" is what you sayin' But if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane Crazy how life works You got a knot in your chest, imagine how a knife hurts You stabbed Un over some records Your excuse was "He was talkin' too reckless!" Let go your ego over your right shoulder Your left is sayin', "Finish your breakfast!" You egged Solange on Knowin' all along, all you had to say you was wrong You almost went Eric Benét Let the baddest girl in the world get away I don't even know what else to say Nigga, never go Eric Benét I don't even know what you woulda done In the future, other niggas playin' football with your son You had lost it 13 bottles of Ace of Spade, what it did to Boston Nah, JAY-Z Bye, JAY-Z
Writer(s): Alan Parsons, Dion Wilson, Eric Woolfson, Shawn Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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