Long Live J Dilla

Grrt

Yeah, yeah

Grrt

The luxurious

Ayo

Ayo

I'm the one-man army, Flygod (ah)

I never been tooken out

My shooters on the roof lookin' out

I drop coke, in fact, four and a baby

Whipped the eight and made 'em go brazy (whip)

Neiman Marcus Garvey, godly, wallahi

You call me anything less than GOAT, don't insult me (mm)

Pulled up, the six coffee (skrrt)

Long ways from dope in the trunk of the Grand Marquis

Shots of Grand Marnier (ah), now it's Dom rosé (ah)

Now the wrist got the Jacob with the timezone face (ah)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla still

Your favorite rapper aight, but he not real

Money comes and goes, the strong rebuild (ah)

Might sell my soul, cop me the bales

Been sellin' out shows, the love be so real (ah)

Been fightin' off hoes and fuckin' for real (ah)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, ayo)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla (woo)

It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (ah)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (ayo, grrt)

Canary-yellow, mustard color my boot

Cardigan Louis Vuitton on, with the baddest bitches playin' the flute

Sippin' Canlis wine, they love how we do it

And fuck a beach, want bad bitches to decorate the room to J Dilla music

See, what we doin' here is pickin' the pace up, better tighten your laces up

This fuckin' slap'll ugly your faces up

Got the Cascade sparkle, we shinin'

First impression we left up on every nigga was how we sparkle like diamond

Celebratin' Dilla, winin' and dinin'

Every time that I black on a Dilla beat is another mountain I'm climbin'

Look, huh, look what this motherfuckin' shit has come to

God, thanks for J Dilla, ma dukes, we love you

Huh, as you can see, nigga

Besides Slum Village, nobody got more J Dilla production than me, nigga

Yeah, now let me talk my shit

For the introduction to Dilla, big homie Q-Tip

Give him whatever sample, he gon' create a new flip

Like clothes, when it comes to production, he create your new drip

Takes us on a sound-travel vacation, a new trip

Make niggas wanna talk about it, creatin' a loose lip, huh

Look, and niggas wonder how I got it

Dilla had his moms gettin' samples out the coat closet

Common got his crib closer to doctors, it was therapeutic

And in his last days, he continued to feed the street with the music (grrt)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (ah)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt)