Texty:
Jay Z Sweet

Sweet And still there's pain If I would have grew up to be a doctor My nephews would have grew up to do the same But since I grew up through the game

[Verse 1:] Sweet, And still there's pain If I would have grew up To be a doctor My nephews would have grew up to do the same But since I grew Up through

[Verse 1:] Sweet, And still there's pain If I would have grew up To be a doctor My nephews would have grew up to do the same But since I grew Up through

[Verse 1:] Sweet, And still there's pain If I would have grew up To be a doctor My nephews would have grew up to do the same But since I grew Up through

mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z

mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z

I school them on how to pay these dues Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me, cool The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes blues Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z

maybe i should move up outta here to the place to be to get from a to z ay what you think im crazy if i told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z and

Cause I endanger the motherfuckers, they needin' preservation Carry 'em home on the top of a truck like a trophy Niggas still sleepin' like I'm Jay Z