(feat. Pharrell) [Pharrell] Yeah 3 in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby, F-ck y�all The motivation for me was them telling me what I couldn�t be, Oh well, [Jay-Z] This a special dedication, I wanna thank you for the fuel, No really thank you, I felt so inspired by what my teacher said, Said I'd either be dead or be a reefer head, Now sure if thats how adults should speak ta kids, Especially when the only thing I did was speak in class, I teach his ass, Even betters what my uncle did, I pop my demo tape in start to beat my head, Peaked out my eye, see if he was beating his, He might as well say beat it kid, he�s on the list, Its like Im searching for kicks like a sneaker head, He gon keep pushing me until I reach the ledge, And when I reach the ledge I'll tell em all to eat a d-ck, Take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread, Spread spread. [Pharrell - Chorus] Motivation for me was them telling me what I could not be, Oh well, I�m so ambitious, I might hit two sisters, Hey im on a mission No matter what the conditions, Forget the personal issues When you been what I been through, Hey if you believe it, Then you could conceive it. [Jay-Z] I had to lace up my boots even harder, Father is too far away to father, Further-more of the kids either smoke reefer, Or either move white, theres few writers in my cipher, So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb They said wise up, how many guys a you see making it from here, The world don�t like us, is that not clear, alright, But I'm different, I can�t base what I'm gonna be off a what everybody isn�t, They don�t listen, just whispering behind my back, No vision, lack of ambition, So wack! [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Had a couple of meetings no offers yet, Maybe I aint good enough for these offices, Back to the drawing board ducking officers, It�s all good cos the streets is A&R�ing this, So with or without any of your involvement, Coming for all of this, respect my conglomerate, I went from pauper to the President, Every deal I ever made set precedent, N-ggas thought I'd fall without old buddy, Oh buddy, what I do is make more money, Dear Teacher, your probably somewhere near a speaker, I�m balling outta control, can you hear my sneakers, F-ck y�all, [Chorus] [Thanks to RONIN for these lyrics] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com