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I'm Jay-Z on a bad day, Shakespeare on my worst days

Everything I'm not made me everything I am

"Who you callin' a bitch?"

Last name Ever, first name Greatest

I'm top 5, dead or alive, and that's just off one LP

I make you famous, turn around, then make you nameless

I knocked out so many teeth, the tooth fairy went bankrupt

Men lie, women lie, numbers don't

My emancipation don't fit your equation

Lord, I thank You for this man, but can You come back and get him?

Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis

Coke like a caterpillar, I make butter fly

Can't burn his cross 'cause he can't afford the gasoline

Nigga that bitch thicker than... peanut butter in the freezer

My weed is loud and you smokin' libraries (Damn)

Can't stand on business, I keep fallin' like Alicia Keys

I chose money over fame, how I end up with 'em both?

I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble

I don't dance now, I make money moves (Ayy, ayy)

All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear

Go hard or go home

A loss ain't a loss, it's a lesson

I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

I'd rather die enormous than live dormant

My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send

If they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot 'em down

You can pay for school, but you can't buy class

Just when I discover the meaning of life, they change it

Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish

You can hug that block all night, it ain't gon' hug you back (Facts)

Knock me down nine times but I get up ten

But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea

I guess it took ten years for me to be an overnight success

Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did

Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals

They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor

Loud in our laughter, silent in our sufferin'

'Cause everybody dies, but not everybody lives, ah

I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can't vote (Vote)

Your postcode don't make you a gangster, you're not bad your area is

These niggas ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government

Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt?

The more you sweat in training, less you bleed in combat

How's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?

You showed me that everything was black because my eyes were closed

Don't be flirtin' with your gift, you better marry it—you nervous?

House on both coasts, but I live on the charts

Didn't choose this dirty game, this dirty game it chose me

I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell

No, I wasn't born in Ghana, but Africa is my momma