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Aye
J-A-Y
What you say
I'm just running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
Running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
Running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
Running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
So wave your hands in the air from side to side
They tried to kill me, motherfucker, but I survived
The way the money come in fast like Ramadan
My shawty Erykah Badu, she go on and on
I know these niggas want to see me laid out on a stretcher
She want to babysit my kids like Fran Drescher
I walk with the blood of the lamb, they can't catch up
Trying to take me out of my purpose, I can't let ya
Watch your tone, nigga, what you on, who you talking to
Never stressing, just check the blessings, we 'bout to walk in to
Alright
How the fuck you say your dreams dead, you alive
The devil tried to tell you it was over but he lied
Your gift is a guide, don't be pressed in your pride
They in check but it's checks that I write when I rhyme
Ain't a button could get pressed, you get pressed when they type
You want tech, get ya rest
You gone rest when we slide
Oh my God
Thank you God
Aye what you say
I'm just running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
Running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
Running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
Running the 813 (ok)
Trying to run up this check (that's right)
So wave your hands in the air from side to side
They tried to kill me, motherfucker, but I survived
The way the money come in fast like Ramadan
My shawty Erykah Badu, she go on and on
I don't care about problems, manifest solutions
The rap guillotine, perfect execution
I make dollars like the city next to Houston
The money message, all my texts is a blue strip
You don't want problems with me for real
The way we tower over cowards, the beef get killed
Real faith ain't no biggie to leap for real
We prayed for times like these, niggas meek with mills
My flow is sick, they had to put my CD on the CDC
Never ever had to sell my ass to blow like TNT
And since the age of three, AJ told me it wasn't nothing free
Tried to 106 and park me, I told em BET
Tell a hoe she gone need a telescope to be seeing me
A star
We heard what you said, we ain't react
That's not a bar
It's deeper than the raps, fuck the chains and the cars
Bitch, I'm grateful for grain, for the days that I starved
Cause Jay Browne is a black phenomenon
Niggas watch, try seeing the time we on
You could never son me, I'm a child of God
So wave your hands in the air from side to side
They tried to kill me, motherfucker, but I survived
The way the money come in fast like Ramadan
My shawty Erykah Badu, she go on and on
Oh my God
Thank you God
What you say