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01 = WHAT WE TALKIN’ ABOUT JAY-Z + LUKE STEELE (OF EMPIRE OF THE SUN)

02 = THANK YOU03 = D.O.A. (DEATH OF AUTO-TUNE)04 = RUN THIS TOWN JAY-Z + RIHANNA + KANYE WEST05 = EMPIRE STATE OF MIND JAY-Z + ALICIA KEYS06 = REAL AS IT GETS JAY-Z + YOUNG JEEZY07 = ON TO THE NEXT ONE JAY-Z + SWIZZ BEATZ08 = OFF THAT JAY-Z + DRAKE09 = A STAR IS BORN JAY-Z + J. COLE10 = VENUS VS. MARS11 = ALREADY HOME JAY-Z + KID CUDI12 = HATE JAY-Z + KANYE WEST13 = REMINDER14 = SO AMBITIOUS JAY-Z + PHARRELL15 = YOUNG FOREVER JAY-Z + MR HUDSON

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SECTION 1 :

ISSUE : 09 - 11 - 09

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS : SHAWN CARTER AND KANYE WESTA&R : THE CARTER ADMINISTRATIONA&R ADMINISTRATION : LANRE GABA FOR ATLANTIC RECORDS AND FABIENNE LEYS FOR ROC NATIONMARKETING : ROC NATION MARKETING / ERIC WONG FOR ATLANTICPUBLICITY : JANA FLEISHMAN AND SHEILA RICHMANMANAGEMENT : ROC NATION MANAGEMENTMASTERED BY : TONY DAWSEY AT MASTERDISK, NYCCREATIVE DIRECTION + DESIGN : GREG GIGENDAD BURKEPHOTOGRAPHY : DAN TOBIN SMITHLEGAL COUNCIL : MICHAEL GUIDO, JENNIFER JUSTICE AND RENEE KARALIAN OF CARROLL, GUIDO & GROFFMAN, LLP

THE BLUEPRINT 3 AUDIO LISTING GUIDESECTION 2 :

TRACK 1 - 7 :2

Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and NO ID for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, K. Randolph, F. Mercier. Keys: Jeff Bhasker and Kevin Randolph. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Stu-dio, HI. Luke Steele vocals recorded by Luke Steele at Kingdom Studios and The Holy Chateau, Perth, Australia. Engineered by Dom Monteleone. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My Publish-ing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI) / © 2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved./ Stank Music (ASCAP). Contains a sample of “Spirit” written and performed by Frédéric Mercier P 1978. Used courtesy of Frédéric Mercier under license to Mellophonia Records. Luke Steele appears courtesy of EMI Music Australia/Astralwerks/Virgin.

Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and NO ID for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, M. Valle. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI) / © 2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved. / Colgems-EMI Music Inc. (ASCAP)/Edicoes Musicais Tapajos Ltda. Contains excerpts from “Ele E Ela” as performed by Marcos Valle. Used courtesy of EMI Brazil under license from EMI Music Marketing.

Produced by NO ID for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, E. Wilson, G. DeCarlo, D. Frashuer, P. Leka, J. Nilovic, D. Sucky. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Avex Honolulu Studios, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/© 2009 Chrysalis Songs/NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Per-mission. All Rights Reserved. Contains elements of “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye” (G. DeCarlo/D. Frashuer/P. Leka), Unichappell Music, Inc. (BMI). All rights reserved. Also contains a sample of “In the Space”, written and performed by Janko Nilovic & Dave Sucky, used courtesy of APM Music o/b/o Creasound.

Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and No ID for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, J. Bhasker, R. Fenty, A. Alatas. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Avex Hono-lulu Studios, HI & Roc The Mic Studio, NYC and by Marcos Tovar at West-lake Studio, Los Angeles. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for Guru-Crates LLC at Roc The Mic, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI)/© 2009 Chrysalis Songs/NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Re-

(01) WHAT WE TALKIN’ ABOUT: JAY-Z + LUKE STEELE (OF EMPIRE OF THE SUN)

(02) THANK YOU

(03) D.O.A. (DEATH OF AUTO-TUNE)

(04) RUN THIS TOWN: JAY-Z + RIHANNA + KANYE WEST

served./All the Above Publishing/Sony ATV (BMI)/Annarhi Music LLC admin by EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI)/Athanasios Alatas Publishing. Contains a sample of “Someday in Athens” by Alatas Athanasios [The 4 levels of Exis-tence], used courtesy of Eikonaxos & Athanasios Alatas. Written by and used courtesy of Athanasios Alatas. Rihanna appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Music Group. Kanye West appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Music Group.

Produced by Shux. Co-produced by Jane’t “Jnay” Sewell-Ulepic & Angela Hunte. Written by S. Carter, A. Shuckburgh, J. Sewell-Ulepic, A. Hunte, A. Keys, B. Keyes, S. Robinson. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. A. Keys vocals recorded at Oven Studios, NYC by Ann Mincieli. Mixed by Ken ‘DURO’ Ifill / The Chairman of the Boards at KMA Studios, NYC. Mix assisted by Jordan ‘DJ Swivel’ Young. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Al Shuckburgh/ Global Talent Publishing (PRS) / Foray Music/Masani Elshabazz Music (SESAC)/EMI April Music Inc./J Sewell Publishing (AS-CAP) / EMI April Music Inc. o/b/o itself and Lellow Productions (ASCAP) / Twenty Nine Black Music/Gambi Music (BMI). Featuring samples from The Moments recording “Love On A Two Way Street”, produced under license from and by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group company. Used courtesy of Robinson Music Group, LLC. Alicia Keys appears courtesy of J Records.

Produced by The Inkredibles for Nasty Beatmakers/We The Best Management. Written by S. Carter, J. Jenkins, M. Carpenter, L. Elliott, J. Mollings, L. Mollings. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC, and Karl Heil-bron for Milk Money Consulting, Inc. at Lava Studios, Cleveland, OH. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/EMI Blackwood Inc o/b/o itself and Young Jeezy Music (BMI)/So Inkredible LLC (SESAC)/Irocnasty Music (BMI) administered by Kobalt Music/Mollings Music (ASCAP) administered by Kobalt Music. Young Jeezy appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Music Group.

Produced by Swizz Beatz for Swizz Beatz Productions. Written by S. Carter, K. Dean, G. Auge, X. De Rosnay, J. Chaton. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and by Miki Tsutsumi at Oven Studios, NYC. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/Swizz Beatz/Universal Tunes, A Division of Songs of Universal, Inc. (SESAC)/Irish Town Songs/Blue Mountain Music Ltd. (ASCAP)/Universal Music –MGB Songs (ASCAP). Featur-ing samples from the Justice recording “D.A.N.C.E”, produced under license from and by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group company, used courtesy of Because Music.

(05) EMPIRE STATE OF MIND: JAY-Z + ALICIA KEYS

(06) REAL AS IT GETS: JAY-Z + YOUNG JEEZY

(07) ON TO THE NEXT ONE: JAY-Z + SWIZZ BEATZ

THE BLUEPRINT 3 AUDIO LISTING GUIDESECTION 3 :

TRACK 8 - 15 :3

Produced by Timbaland for Timbaland Productions, Inc. and Jerome “Jroc” Harmon for Bronze and Brainz Productions/Timbaland Productions, Inc. Written by S. Carter, T. Mosley, J. Harmon, A. Graham. Recorded by Chris Godbey and Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. Mixed by Chris Godbey for Side By Side/ JVU Ent. at Record Plant, Los Angeles. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/Virginia Beach Music Publishing/Warner Chappell (ASCAP)/Jerome Harmon Publishing/Warner Chappell (BMI)/EMI Blackwood/ Live Write, LLC (BMI). Drake appears cour-tesy of Young Money/Cash Money Records.

Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and NO ID for Rich Daily Since 71. Additional production by Kenoe for Nightrydas. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, J. Cole, M. Jordan, A. Goodman, G. Medoro. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI) / © 2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved./ Songs of Univer-sal, Inc. / Kenoe Music Publishing (BMI) / Twenty Nine Black Music/Gambi Music (BMI) / Dreamvillain Music/BMI. Featuring samples from the Mother Freedom Band recording “Touch Me”, produced under license from and by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group company. Used courtesy of Robinson Music Group, LLC. J. Cole appears courtesy of Roc Nation.

Produced by Timbaland for Timbaland Productions, Inc. and Jerome “Jroc” Harmon for Bronze and Brainz Productions/Timbaland Productions, Inc. Written by S. Carter, T. Mosley, J. Harmon. Recorded by Chris Godbey and Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. Mixed by Chris Godbey for Side By Side/ JVU Ent. at Record Plant, Los Angeles. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Virginia Beach Music Publishing/ Warner Chappell (ASCAP) / Jerome Harmon Publishing/ Warner Chappell (BMI).

Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978. Addi-tional production by NO ID and Jeff Bhasker. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, S. Mescudi, H. Mudie. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Mu-sic (ASCAP) / Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI)/ © 2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved. /Elsie’s Baby Boy (ASCAP) / Mudies Music (BMI). Contains a sample of “Mad Mad Ivy”, written by H. Mudie and performed by Gladstone

(09) A STAR IS BORN: JAY-Z + J. COLE

(10) VENUS VS. MARS

(11) ALREADY HOME: JAY-Z + KID CUDI

(08) OFF THAT: JAY-Z + DRAKE

HATE: JAY-Z + KANYE WEST(12)

REMINDER (13)

YOUNG FOREVER: JAY-Z + MR HUDSON(15)

SO AMBITIOUS : JAY-Z + PHARRELL(14)

Anderson and the Mudies All-Stars, used courtesy of Moodisc Records and Mudies Music (BMI). Kid Cudi appears courtesy of Motown/Universal.

Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978. Written by S. Carter, K. West, J. Bhasker. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Base-line Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI) / All The Above Pub-lishing (BMI). Kanye West appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Music Group.

Produced by Timbaland for Timbaland Productions, Inc. and Jerome “Jroc” Harmon for Bronze and Brainz Productions/Timbaland Productions, Inc. Written by S. Carter, T. Mosley, J. Harmon, N. Briscoe. Additional vocals performed by K. Briscoe courtesy of Out$yder Entertainment, Inc. Re-corded by Chris Godbey and Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. Mixed by Chris Godbey for Side By Side/ JVU Ent. at Record Plant, Los Angeles. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Virginia Beach Music Publishing/ Warner Chappell (ASCAP) / Jerome Harmon Pub-lishing/ Warner Chappell (BMI) / Out$yder Entertainment Music Publishing/Sony/ATV Sounds, LLC (SESAC).

Produced by The Neptunes. Written by S. Carter and P. Williams. Recorded by Andrew Coleman at South Beach Studios, Miami, FL and Midnight Blue Studios Miami, FL. Digital editing and arrangement by Andrew Coleman. As-sisted by Hart Gunther and Jason Wilkie. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. Mixed by Fabian Marasciullo at Record Plant Studio, Los Angeles. Mix assisted by Ramon Rivas. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ More Water from Nazareth Publish-ing/EMI April Music, Inc. (ASCAP). Pharrell Williams appears courtesy of Interscope Records.

Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978. Written by M. Gold, F. Mertens, B. Lloyd, S. Carter, K. West. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. Budde Songs Inc. (BMI)/ EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI). Contains sample of “Forever Young” by Alphaville. Produced under license from Warner Music Germany by ar-rangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group company. Mr Hudson appears courtesy of Mercury Records.

SECTION 4 :

TRACK 1 - 3 :4

WHAT WE TALKIN’ ABOUT: Blueprint trios / VERSE 1 / Yeah Yeah What we talkin’ bout real shit? Or we talkin’ bout rhymes You talkin’ bout millions Or you talking’ bout mine What we talkin’ bout Cuz I ain’t got time For what people be talkin’ bout all the time What, We talkin’ bout fiction Or we talkin’ bout fact You talkin’ about fiction? Hold up, pardon my back I’m talkin’ bout life And all I hear is Oh yeah he keeps talkin’ bout crack I ain’t talkin’ bout profit I’m talkin’ bout pain I’m talkin’ bout despair I’m talkin’ bout shame I ain’t talkin’ bout gossip I ain’t talkin’ bout Game, I ain’t talkin’ bout Jimmy I ain’t talkin’ bout Dame I’m talkin’ bout real shit Dem people playin’ What is you talkin’ bout I don’t know what y’all sayin’ People keep talkin’ bout Hov take it back I’m doin’ better than before Why would I do that? Ain’t nothing cool bout carryin’ a strap Bout worryin’ your moms And buryin’ your best cat Talkin’ bout revenge While you’re carryin’ his casket All teary-eyed Bout to take it to a mattress I’m talkin’ bout music I ain’t talkin’ bout rap You talkin’ bout who’s hot I ain’t talkin’ bout that The conversation is changed Lets yap about that I don’t run rap no more I run the map / HOOK / They Talk We Live We see what They say They say They say They talk We did Who cares What They say They say They say / VERSE 2 / Still they can’t focus on them They be talkin’ bout me Talkin’ bout what I wear Talkin’ bout where I be Check out my hair These ain’t curls These is peas Peasey head still get paid I’m combin’ through G’s Please We ain’t focused on naps Cuz I don’t run rap no more I run the map A small part of the reason the President is black I told him I got him When he hit me on the jack Talkin’ bout progress I ain’t lookin’ back You know I run track Try not to get lapped People keep talking about Hov left em flat Try to re-write history Lets talk about facts Dame made millions Even Jaz made some scraps He could’ve made more But he ain’t sign his contract As far as street guys We was dealin’ crack That’s just how the game goes I don’t owe nobody jack Grown men Want me to sit em on my lap But I don’t have a beard And Santa Claus ain’t black I repeat You can’t sit on my lap I don’t have a beard Now get off my sack Scream at me / REPEAT HOOK / Blueprint 3 / And now that that’s that Lets talk about the future We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther Now you could choose ta Sit in front of your computa Posin’ with guns Shootin YouTube up Or you could come with me to the White House Get your suit up You stuck on being hardcore I chuck the deuce up Peace out Medusa Welcome to the Blue-ah Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z Your tutor Toota of my own horn Beep beep Move-ya Ras cloth when rude boy Come through with the roof up So I could see the sky Cuz everybody talking Hov I think we know why / REPEAT HOOK

THANK YOU: Thank you, thank you very much For comin’ out this evening Thank you Thank you Thank you You’re far too kind Hold your applause This is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you Please hold your applause For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors Now I’m balcony Opera Black tux Binocula Black luxe Stop it I shouldn’t be so popular Name keep poppin’ up Face keep poppin’ up On the tube I’m just watchin’ Pacquaio box ‘em up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us Sitting so close That we almost got snot on us Please don’t bow in my presence How am I a legend? I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11 More hits than a Now! 11 That is no reason to treat me like I’m somehow from out of heaven Heaven knows that I’ve made my mistakes Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace Who woulda thought by making birds Migrate For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say / HOOK / Thank you Thank you thank you You’re far too kind Hold

your applause This is your song, not mines Thank you Thank you thank you You’re far too kind Do me a favor don’t do me no favors I’ll handle mines Hovi baby We are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars To keep the ice cold, alright? We the last ones to keep the Wise guys code alive If I can’t live by my word Then I’d much rather die No no don’t thank me This is just how my suit is stitched I’m cut from a different cloth I’m just who the shoe fits For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick ‘Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click Beauti-ful women sippin’ through rouge lips Danger approaches We’re like wait who’s this Let us save you some trouble son What size suit you is This way after the Ruger shoots through A few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices We’ll be sure to send flower baskets kid / REPEAT HOOK / I was gonna kill a couple rap-pers But they did it to themselves I was gon’ do it with the flow But they did it with their sales I was gon’ 911 ‘em But they didn’t need the help And they did a good job Them boys is talented as hell Cuz not only did they brick They put a building up as well They ran a plane into that building And when that building fell Ran to the crash site With no masks And inhaled Toxins deep inside their lungs Until both of them was filled Blew a cloud out like an L Into a jar then took a smell Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills Niggas thought they was ill Found out they was…ILL And it’s like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel / HOOK / We are really high, really high tonight Lucky Lefty Kiss the wife tonight for me

D.O.A. (DEATH OF AUTO-TUNE): La da da da… Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye (Good riddance!) / Hold up… Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin… Begin… Begin / This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone This ain’t for iTunes, this ain’t for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Prefer-ably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain’t politically correct This might offend my political connects My raps don’t have melodies This shit make niggas wanna go and commit felonies Get your chain token I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn I know we facin’ a recession But the music y’all makin’ gon’ make it the great depression All your lack of aggression Pull your skirt back down, grow a set, men Nigga this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence / La da da da… Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye / Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin… Begin...Begin / Hold up… This ain’t a number 1 record This is practically assault with a deadly weapon I made this just for Flex and… Mr. C, I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your blood clot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lyin’, You niggas’ jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That’s too far!) I might wear black for a year straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain’t for Z100 Ye told me to kill y’all to keep it 100 This is for Hot 9-7 This shit for clue for Khaled, for we the bestin… Nigga this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence… / La da da da… Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye / Hold up… Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin… Begin… Begin / Hold up… This shit need a verse from Jeezy… Ay! I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it Get 3 Thou’ to style on this I just don’t need nobody to smile on this You niggas singin’ too much, Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too much I’m a multi-millionaire So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here? I don’t be in the project hallway Talkin’ bout how I be in the projects all day That sounds stupid to me,

THE BLUEPRINT 3 LYRICAL CONTENT

THE BLUEPRINT 3 LYRICAL CONTENTSECTION 5 :

TRACK 3 - 6 :5

If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me Nigga, just get violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence / La da da da… Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye.

RUN THIS TOWN: (Rihanna) / Feel it coming in the air, Hear the screams from ev-erywhere, I’m addicted to thrill, It’s a dangerous love affair, Can’t be scared when it goes down, Got a problem tell me now, Only thing that’s on my mind, Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight? Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight? We gon’ run this town / (Jay-Z) / We are, Yeah I said it we are, This is Roc Nation, Pledge your allegiance, Get y’all fatigues on, All black everything, Black cards, blacks cars, All black everything, And our girls are black birds Riding with their Dillingers, I get more in depth if you boys really real enough This is la Familia, I’ll explain later, But for now let me get back to this paper, I’m a couple bands down and I’m trying to get back, I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks, Yeah I’m talking 5 commas, 6 zeroes, dot zeroes, here Doug Back to running circles round niggas now we squared up, Hold up / (Rihanna - HOOK) / Life’s a game and but it’s not fair, I break the rules so I don’t care, So I keep doing my own thing, Walking tall against the rain, Victory’s within the mile, Almost there don’t give up now, Only thing that’s on my mind Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight, Heeeeeeey, heeeeeey, heeeey Heeeeeeey, heeeeeey, heeeey Who’s gon run this town tonight? / (Jay-Z) / We are, Yeah I said it we are, You can call me Caesar, In a dark caesar, Please follow the leader, So Eric B. we are, Microphone fiend, it’s the return of The God, Peace God, Ah ah, And ain’t no nobody fresher, I’m in Mason, uh, Martin Margiela, On the table screaming fuck the other side, they jealous, We got a banquet full of broads, They got a table full of fellas (Ewwwwwww), And they ain’t spending no cake, They should throw they hand in cause they ain’t got no Spades (Eww-wwwww), My whole team got dough, So my banquet is looking like millionaires row. Ew-wwww / REPEAT HOOK / (Kanye West) / It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow, To everybody on your dick, no homo, I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Next time I’m in Church please no photos, Police escorts, everybody passports, This the life that everybody asks for, This the fast life we are on a crash course, What you think I rap for to push a fucking Rav-4, But I know that if I stay stunting, All these girls only gon’ want one thing, I can spend my whole life good will hunting, Only good gon’ come is its good when I’m cumming, She got an ass that’ll swallow up a G-string, And up top, uh, 2 bee stings, And I’m beasting Off the Riesling, And my nigga just made it out the precinct, We give a damn bout the drama that you do bring, I’m just tryin’ change the color of your mood ring, Reebok baby, you need to try some new things, Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? What’s that Ye? Baby these heels, Is that a May whaat? Baby these wheels, You trippin’ when you ain’t sippin’, have a refill You feel like you running huh, now you know how we feel, / Wassup (Jay-Z) / (Rihanna) / Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey, Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey, Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey, Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey, We gon ‘run this town tonight, / Wassup (Jay-Z)

EMPIRE STATE OF MIND: VERSE 1 / Yeah Yeah I’m out that Brooklyn Now I’m down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro But I’ll be hood forever I’m the new Sinatra And since I made it here I could make it anywhere Yeah they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem Hola my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway Brought me back to that McDonalds Took it to my stash spot 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen Like the

Simmons’ whippin’ Pastry Cruisin’ down 8th Street Off-white Lexus Driving so slow But BK is from Texas Me I’m out that Bed-Stuy Home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard And I brought my boys with me Say what up to TyTy Still sippin’ Mai Tai’s Sittin’ courtside Knicks and Nets Give me high 5 Nigga I be spiked out I could trip a referee Tell by my at-titude that I’m most definitely from / HOOK / New York Concrete Jungle Where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now You’re in New York The streets will make you feel Brand new The lights will inspire you Lets hear it for New York, New York You wel-come OG – I made you hot nigga! / VERSE 2 / Catch me at the X With OG at a Yankee game Shit I made the Yankee hat more famous Than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue But I ain’t a Crip though But I gotta gang of niggas walkin’ with my clique though Welcome to the meltin’ pot Corners where we sellin’ rock Afrika Bambataa shit Home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab Holla back For foreigners It ain’t fair They act like they Forgot how to add 8 million stories Out there in the naked city It’s a pity half of y’all won’t make it Me I got a plug Special Ed I got It Made If Jeezy’s payin Lebron I’m payin’ Dwayne Wade Three dice Cee-lo 3-card Molly Labor day parade Rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty Long live the World Trade Long live the King yo I’m from the Empire State That’s eyyyyyy / REPEAT HOOK / That boy good…welcome to the bright lights baby… / VERSE 3 / Lights is blinding Girls need blinders Or they could step out of bounds Quick The sidelines is Lined with casualties Who sip the light casually Then gradually become worse Don’t bite the apple Eve Caught up in the in-crowd Now you’re in style Anna Wintour gets cold In vogue with your skin out City of sin It’s a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad The city’s filled with them Mami took a bus trip Now she got her bust out Everybody ride her Just like a bus route Hail Mary to the city You’re a virgin And Jesus can’t save you Life starts when the church ends Came here for school Graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars Addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps Better slip you an Ambien… / REPEAT HOOK / One hand in the air for the big city Street lights big dreams all lookin pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your lighters in the air everybody say yeah Im from / REPEAT HOOK

REAL AS IT GETS: VERSE 1 (YOUNG JEEZY) / Hands up Allow me to reintroduce myself At the same time reintroduce my wealth At the same time rejuvenate the game It’s for my old dog niggas That’s used to cane Now where my B dogs at I respect the game See these vicelords The crips the same And I know y’all bout to say he just off the chain Tell them fake trappin’ ass niggas stay ouy my lane See I ain’t dead or in jail I can’t complain And when these fake niggas gone I shall remain And if you just tunin’ in Let me explain You know I keep that 47 Uday Hussein These niggas way too far I played the game And if you listen hard enough I say some things And when that sack got low I saved them things And put ‘em right back together I made them things / HOOK / Now put your sets in the air If you represent your click Money in the air If you ever (had a lick?) Baby hands in the air if you know you that bitch Say you lookin’ for the real Hey well it’s As Real As it Gets Wassup Wassup Well it’s As Real As it Gets Wassup Wassup Well it’s As Real As it Gets / VERSE 2 (JAY-Z) / I got it Jeezy… Now where that Southside at Wassup Wassup? Where the west coast at Put your W’s up Where my east coast niggas That hustle to live And all my niggas up north That’s doin’ a bid Oh yeah I’m rare I’m aware that I’m rare I rap and I’m real I’m one of the few here These other boys lyin’ I wonder if y’all care They

stories out this world I wonder if y’all here It don’t really matter As long as they stay clear’ Clear of the real shit we doin over here When my nigga get home I’m gon’ send him a Lear For all the time he been down Get him right up in the air With a couple of broads Get em right up in the air Mile-high club Get em right up in there Send my nigga some gear Like he never missed a year By the time you hear this song He’ll be standing right here Real nigga shit there / VERSE 3 (JAY-Z) / A hundred million to the good And I’m still talking yayo At a snails pace I won this race that ya’ll trail Huh huh Blueprints for sale Follow in my footprints you can’t fail Set sail I used to duck shots but now I eat quail I prolly never see jail Each tale contains more of the truth because the statute Allows me to go into detail Huh Close your eyes you can smell Hovs the audio equivalent of brail That’s why they feel me in the Vavilla’s in Brazil In water house cause real recognize real Rah / REPEAT HOOK / REPEAT HOOK / VERSE 4 / You know me I don’t need no introduction Just call me make a little something out of nothing Everywhere you go he’s the topic of discussion Damn that’s gotta be disgusting Uhh, Shit make you wanna throw up This is big boy music It should make you wanna grow up Flow like syrup it just make you wanna pour up Now is it just me or don’t this make you wanna roll up A big fat one, then unpack one Then unwrap one, peel back one They used to call me “Jizzle” with the stamp in the middle And you can tell the color when it’s damp in the middle Now what’s up / REPEAT HOOK

ON TO THE NEXT ONE: (Chorus) I got a million ways to get it Un-huh Yeah Choose one... Choose one Hey… Bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one Hold up Freeze… Somebody bring me back the money please / Hov on that new shit niggas like how come Niggas want my old shit buy my old album Niggas stuck on stupid I gotta keep it moving Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint Came in the range, hopped out the Lexus Every year since I been on that next shit Traded in that gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a niggas wrist matches the status of my records Used to rock a throw back Ballin on the corner Now I rock a tailored suit Looking like a owner No I’m not a Jonas Brother I’m a grown up No I’m not a virgin I use my kahonas I move onward The only direction Can’t be scared to fail in the search of perfection Got to keep it fresh girl Even when we sexing Don’t be mad at him when it’s on to the next one / (Chorus) / Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it, Choose one Eeh Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one Freeze… Somebody bring me back the money please / Fuck a throw back jersey ‘cause we on to the next one And fuck that auto-tune ‘cause we own And niggas don’t be made ‘cause it’s all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I Used to drink cristal them fuckers racist So I switched gold bottles on to that spade shit You gone have another drink or you just gonna baby sit On to the next one somebody call the waitress Baby I’m a boss I don’t know what they do I don’t get dropped, I drop the label World can’t hold me, too much ambition Always knew it would be like this, when I was in the kitchen Niggas in the same spot me I’m dodging rain drops Meaning I’m on vacay, chillin on the big yacht Yeah I got on flip-flops White Louis boat shoes y’all should grow up the fuck up Come here let me

coach you Hold up / REPEAT HOOK / Big Pimpin in the house now Bought the land tore the motherfuckin house down Bought the car tore the motherfuckin roof off Ride clean I don’t never take the shoes off Bought the jeep tore the motherfuckin doors off Foot out that bitch ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on trying to find my next thrill Feelin my self I don’t even need a ex pill Can’t chill but my neck will Haters really gone be made off my next deal Huh I don’t know why they worried bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects Had her out in Bedstuy chillin on the steps Drinking quarter waters I gotta be the best MJ at summer Jam, Obama on the text Y’all should be afraid of what I’m going to do next Hold up / REPEAT HOOK /

A STAR IS BORN: Intro / And you say New York City… Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘em Hey / Verse 1 / I seen Ma$e do it Seen ‘Ye do it X came through Caught lighter fluid Still I came through it Clap for ‘em But I’m the Blueprint I’m like the map for ‘em I dropped another classic Made Puff pass it Nobody could touch Puff Back when Puff had it Wayne scorchin’ I’ll applaud him If he keep goin’ Pass the torch to him 50 came through Like Hurricanes do I thought I finished his ass at Summer Jam too I had the Illmatic on bootleg The shit was so ahead Thought we was all dead Wayne did a milli 50 did a milli ‘Ye too But what Em did was silly The white boy blossomed After Dre endorsed him His flow on “Renegade” – fuckin’ awesome Applaud ‘em / Hook / Every day a star is born Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘em Hey Every day a star is born Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘emClap for ‘em Hey / Verse 2 / Snoop dogged it Nelly came down Face mob kept it ghetto for the H-Town Luda moved digits After he moved bitches Drake’s up next See what he do wit it Rule had a run – couple movie parts TI literally wanted to shoot up the charts What up Jeezy? What it do Y’all remind me of us in early 92 Outkast landed 3-thou was

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ill Like a male version of Lauryn Hill Mobb Deep shook it But Prodigy took it a little too far Can’t fuck with Brooklyn Wu-Tang gangbanged it Meth ate Rae took on a date with the Purple Tape Passed it on to 8th Son Then Ghostface They had a helluva run Standin’ ovate Eyyy… / Verse 3 / And I am 1 of 1 Can’t you see just how long my run My reign Lulu’s son Shine Been a star since I was duckin’ one time One time give it up for him December 4th A Star Was Born Clap for him He went from movin’ that corner to This corner office is so enormous Hey Pres. Carter Watchin’ her get her Monica on all day Hey Got so many dif-ferent monikers But only one Jay They come, they go Some real, some faux Some friends, some hoes But no I goes nowhere This Hov. / HOOK / Verse 4 (J. Cole) / And could I be a star Does fame in this game have to change who you are Or could I be the same one who came from a far way life Just to make it in these Broadway lights Now I’m shinning in the broad daylight, go figure A slow transition from a little broke nigga From the ville Got a deal, a real life saver Dream of being behind the wheel like Jada I chill now cop a little ice later Cole you got the glow like a little light saber So clap for ‘em Then applaud Hov he game him the platform Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for ‘em No sir The flow cold as the shoulder of gold diggin hoes When a broke nigga approaches Told you i’m focus man I’ll let you muthafuckers soak it in Clap for ‘em / HOOK

VENUS VS. MARS: VERSE 1 / If Hov’s a Blackberry Bold Shawty is a Sidekick She used to have a man I used to have a side chick Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off She got rid of him They both took the shit hard Shawty played the piano Me, I played with white keys Shawty from the South Oh I think she like me Shawty like Pac Me, Big Poppa She screamin’ Hit ‘Em Up I’m screamin Who Shot Ya I’m on that red wine Shawty like white Same shit, different toilet We both gettin’ nice Me I’m from the Apple Which means I’m a Mac She’s a PC She lives in my lap / HOOK / Shawty get it in Daddy go hard / (repeat 8x) / VERSE 2 / Whether black or white We both like Mike We both like Jordans We both Phil’s Knights I finish my breakfast Shawty’s out to lunch Yeah we both eatin’ It’s better than brunch Shawty like Pepsi Me I’m the coke man Body like a Coke bottle I crush it like a Coke can Started at the window End up at the wall The ying to my yang I skeet skeet off In a Salt and Pepper ‘Bach Shawty like to front The Bonnie to my Clyde Both ride shotgun Both covered in gold Like C3-PO James and Florida Let the good times roll / REPEAT HOOK / VERSE 3 / Shawty was the truth Found out she was a cheata We was supposed to Takeover I caught her bumpin’ Ether I thought Shawty liked Mike Found out she liked Prince Thought she was Adrienne It’s been Rocky ever since My dollars was down She left me for some Euros Took my whole flavor I call her Coke Zero We were co-MVP’s Like Kobe and Shaq Left me for the Heat We were winnin’ back to back Said I partied too much Shawty got fed up So Shawty got Britney Shaved her whole head up We used to make out Kissin’ each other’s face off Fell for the Ponzi scheme Damn Shawty just Madoff / REPEAT HOOK

ALREADY HOME: Yeezy…Hova…let’s go Gotta love me or leave me alone Uh huh / HOOK (2x) / Oh they want me to fall Fall from the top They want me to drop They want me to stop They want me to go I’m already gone The shit that I’m on I’m already home I’m al-ready home – hey I’m already home – hey I’m already home – hey / VERSE 1 / These niggas want me to go Don’t they know that I’m gone They know I’m space shuttle level They need oxyg-g-gen Don’t they know that they borin’ Don’t they know that I yawn Only time they

exciting Is when they mentionin’ Shawn You seen Single White Female When she dyed her hair blonde? Sometimes I look at these rappers The movie remind me of them Somebody turn these boys off Don’t they know that I’m on? Can’t they see that it’s foolish To try to kill me with songs What the fuck are they - Lauryn? You killin’ me softly You talk me to death Only thing you could do to ‘em I open the door for them What else could I do These niggas want me to walk for them Somebody talk to them Before I go off on them / HOOK / VERSE 2 / I taught ‘em about fishcale They want me to fish for them They want me to catch clean and cook up the dish for them All it is just for them Or they got a dis for him They want me to disappear Like it’s gon shift for them They say that I’m in the way They want me to sit for them But what they admittin’ is They ain’t got shit for him And really the fact is We not in the same bracket Not in the same league Don’t shoot at the same baskets Don’t pay the same taxes Hang with the same bitches So how am I in the way? What is it I’m missin’? Nigga I been missin’? Nigga I been gone The shit that you just witness’sin I been on And as for the critics Tell me I don’t get it Everybody can tell you how to do it They never did it Now these niggas is mad Oh they call me a camel But I mastered the drought What the fuck I’m an animal Half man, half mammal My sign is a Sag’ This is what I planned to do Oh don’t be mad… / HOOK / VERSE 3 / I’m in the hall already on the wall already I’m a work of art I’m a Warhol already On another level I’m on another plane already H-O-V I got my own lane already I done cooked up the Roc already So why the fuck can’t ya’ll get hot already Put your name in the pot already Niggas compare me with Biggie and Pac already Like I’m already gone And I am nigga I’m already home already If ya’ll can’t already see I ain’t wor-ried bout ya’ll cause I’m already me Do you already Enough with the complaining boo hoo already Eat food already Ain’t nothing given you got to claim your shoes already! / HOOK

HATE: Haters Haters These niggas is haters And I made myself so easy to love / KANYE – VERSE 1 / How much they hate it Very Kiss girls like Katy Perry I am never sprung But I spring her – Jerry Don’t try this at home Results may vary King like TI But in the Chi – Larry / JAY - VERSE 1 / Hoover, Hova Both are American Gangsters You choose whose Colder Rappers get nasty in the booth But I’m grosser I can’t even stomach myself Ulcer More realer Cuz I’m closer Had girlies in girdles Wearin’ more than they ‘spose to Poser No sir My hustle? So Russell I stretch work Yoga You know I got it down dog Al Roker I used to knock pounds off It ain’t nothing For me to knock nouns off And these emcees prayin’ for my downfall They just Haters I wave at you I’m so player I never be done I’m so RA-RE / KANYE – VERSE 2 / We killin the game It’s not FAI-R You motherfuckers Stay right THE-RE Cuz we too high up in the AI-R We blastin’ off Just like a Laser Nigga pyoom-pyoom-pyoom! Gimme back Gimme room-room-room DB-9 Like vroom-vroom-vroom Young Hov What we doin-doin-doin / JAY - VERSE 2 / We ballin’ Bitches Eatin’ y’all food Leavin’ dishes Why these niggas always talkin’ Lear talk ‘Ye Why I never see ‘em at the clear port ‘Ye Why I always hear they at the airport While I fly daily like I’m in the Air Force Therefore Please stop talking my ears off With millionaire talk You Haters You mad at me Cuz yo Paper Need to get its muthafuckin Weight up Hold up Wait up I ain’t done Name one thing that I ain’t done It hurts when you say that I ain’t the one You haters How do I gain your Fa-vor I need to know Cuz I Ca-re I need you to love me I swear Look hey-er See Ye is Runnin’ the Chi Like Gale Sayers I’m running New York I got the Ma-yor On my pa-ger Ya can’t fade us You hate us I need you Stay the-re I breathe you Like Ai-r Yay-er

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REMINDER: VERSE 1 / All rhymers with Alzheimer’s Line up please All Mamis with mindfreeze Please line up please All bloggers with comments Please I come in peace Let’s see if we can cure your amnesia By the time I leave All Mamis I whored before Vouch for me Tell ‘em bout the time on your momma’s couch – Mami All hustlas who ever bought a 8th from me Take this time out to set the record straight for me Remember me? Silver bul-let Hard top Ben-t-ley They think I’m outta shape So I have to jog they memory Think with indelible ink I let the pen go Verses permanently tattooed Serve as mementos Ugh I’m so mental My track record speaks for itself I’m so instrumental Allow me to rekindle Let’s all reminisce Like Mary did I think I have to send you a reminder Here it is / HOOK / Reminder, Reminder I got it if you need it A Reminder Reminder, Reminder I think that you need a Reminder, Reminder, Reminder I got it if you need a Reminder, Reminder, Reminder Cuz I can give you a friendly reminder / VERSE 2 / What the hell have y’all done To even have an opinion On what I’ve been doing What the hell have y’all won? Only thing you can identify with Is losing 10 #1 albums in a row Who better than me? Only the Beatles Nobody ahead of me I crushed Elvis and his blue suede shoes Made the Rolling Stones seem sweet as Kool-Aid too ‘96, ‘97, ‘98, ’99, 2000, 2001 and beyond ’02, ‘03, ’04, ’05, ’06 and 7, ’08, ’09 Back to back Double-plat I did what you won’t Men lie Women lie Numbers don’t Ain’t nothing changed for me ‘Cept the year it is I think I have to send you a reminder Here it is... / REPEAT HOOK /

SO AMBITIOUS: Pharrell intro / 3 in the morning on the Westside highway Top down The motivation for me Is them telling me what I could not be Oh Well / Jay-Z / This is a special dedication I wanna thank you for the fuel / VERSE 1 / I felt so inspired by what my teacher said Said I’d either be dead Or be a reefer head Not sure if that’s how adults should speak to kids ‘Special when the only thing I did was speak in class I’d teach his ass Even better’s what my uncle did I popped my demo tape in Start to beat my head Peeped out my eye To see if he was beatin’ his He might as well said Beat it Kid He’s on the list It’s like the search for kicks Like a sneaker head Gon’ keep pushin’ me until I reach the ledge And when I reach the ledge I tell em all to eat a dick Take a leap of faith And let my eagle wings spread / HOOK / The Motivation For me Is them telling me what I could not be Oh Well I’m so ambitious I might hit two sisters Hey I’m on a mission No matter what the conditions Fuckin’ personal issues When you know what I been through Hey If you believe it – then be Then you can conceive it – ya see? / VERSE 2 / Had to lace up my boots even harder Father Is too far away to father Further more or the Kids either smoke reefer Or

either Move white Dispute writers in my cipher So they made lighter My type of dream Seem dumb They said wiser How many guys are You see makin it from here The world don’t like us Is that not clear Alright but I’m different I can’t face what I’m gon be Off of what everybody isn’t They don’t listen Just whispering behind my back No vision Lack of ambition So wack / REPEAT HOOK / VERSE 3 / Had a couple of meetings No offers yet Maybe I ain’t good enough For these offices Back to the drawing board Duckin’ officers It’s all good Cuz the streets are sayin’ RNS? So with or without any of y’all involvement We comin’ for all of this Respect my conglomerate I went from pauper to the president Cuz every deal I ever made set precedent Niggas probably thought I’d fall without old buddy Oh Buddy What I do was make more money Dear teacher You probably somewhere near a speaker I’m ballin outta control Can ya hear my sneakers? Fuck y’all / HOOK/Outro

YOUNG FOREVER: Intro (Mr Hudson) / let’s dance in style let’s dance for a while heaven can wait we’re only watching the sky hoping for the best but expecting the worst are you gonna drop the bomb or not let us die young or let us live forever we don’t have the power but we never say never sitting in a sandpit life is a short trip the music is for the sad man / HOOK (Mr Hudson) / forever young I want to be forever young do you really want to live forever forever and ever forever young i want to be forever young do you really want to live forever forever, forever young / Verse 1 / So we livin’ life like a video Where the sun is always out And you never get old And the champagne is always cold And the music is always good And the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood And they hop they pretty ass up On the hood of that pretty ass car Without a wrinkle in today Because there is no tomorrow Just a picture perfect day that last a whole lifetime And it never ends Because all we have to do is hit rewind So lets just stay in the moment Smoke some weed, drink some wine Reminisce, talk some shit Forever young is in your mind Leave a mark they can’t erase Neither space nor time So when the director yells cut I’ll be fine I’m forever young / REPEAT HOOK / Verse 2 / Fear not where, fear not why Fear not much while we’re alive Life is for living not living uptight Until you’re somewhere up in the sky Fear not die I’ll be alive for a million years bye, bye Are not for legends I’m forever young my name shall survive Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves Over Pyrex pots My name shall be passed down to generations While debating up in barber shops Young slung, hung here Showed that a nigga from here With a little ambition, just what we can become here And as the father pass the story down to his son’s ear Young get younger every year, yeah So if you love me baby this is how you let me know Don’t ever let me go That’s how you let me know, baby / REPEAT HOOK / Verse 3 / Slammin’ Bent-ley doors Hoppin’ out of Porsches Poppin’ up on Forbes’ list Gorgeous, hold up Niggas thought I lost it They be talking bullshit I be talking more shit They nauseous, hold up I’ll be here forever You know I’m on my four shit I ain’t with foreclosure I will never forfeit Less than four bars Guru bring the chorus in Did you get the picture yet I’m painting you a portrait of Young

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/ REPEAT HOOK