Hit-Boy - Jay-Z Interview Pt. II lyrics

[Verse 1] Young smart n***as with dumb figures Now we type the codes to the places that shun n***as I've been on the road, got me feelin' like I coach Tryna Phil Jackson the game, they treat you like Jerry Sloan But I been Stocktons, droppin' dimes that can't leave him alone That sh** can get messy when I FIFA my flow, let's kick it At my new place, come acquire this true taste I remind 'em of Hussein, I rack up like pool games Inked the new deal, they said I was overfunded But I make my own sh** so I never go over budget Went and copped the estate, they said I had overdone it It's that Fire Marshall Bill flow, lemme show you somethin' I'm live in a livin' color like a Wayans brother Feelin' like I'm home in my away colors, keep hittin' the same jumper Y'all better put that 2-3 on him before I go 2-3 on 'em n***a I just keep zonin' I'm zoned out, used to be from Zone 4 Now the n***as that I grew with, I don't know no more Them thoughts closer than Kobe when I'm on that floor Do the math, I keep k**in' these four times fours Tryna bring some women through that the crew would love sh** they really ain't new but they new to us I don't spend a lot of time lookin' for who to trust L.A. b**hes just want fun, don't care who you've f**ed Hi to them girls around the city Maserati wippin' Daily doses of all my Britneys just to calm my spirit I promised I would never talk, nor would I spread your business Love to them girls who live in danger, that drive and do they make-up Always been the humble type, but I can't take light To n***as double my age givin' brash advice When they ain't done half that I have Since the madness began, been sellin' more than a catamaran Then they compare me, these people try to compare me To n***as producin' tapes, they ain't even close to a grammy I'm sorry, do understand me, get off my yard like I'm Stanley I'm gettin' higher than Smokey, Big Worm n***as can't catch Mama missin' my old early innocent ways Cause I'm smokin' now, got them hoes around, but we paid Workin' harder than ever, sh**'ll never be the same This is a promise I made, that's a promise I'll never break Makin' time as it comes to tell my girl that I love her Mature, but with emotions I couldn't be any younger Apologies if I fed you my bullsh** every supper I still feel like we got it, it might've just been the timin' Either way, you could never say I was off my game Five thousand dollar dates, courtside with the Lakes Watch you carry that new Celine, that sh** look just like a snake Went everywhere with the team, the average meal was a steak And I'm stuck in that awkward moment when teammates turn to opponents It's royalties over loyalty, wish that I woulda known it I'm caught up in my progression, ain't thinkin' 'bout no emotion I thought that it was a blessin', ain't think that they would oppose it It's ok now, I'm takin' my own path I head to the Bay now, I'm hearin' my own laughs Ride with my own team of n***as who would mob, unconditional This is part two of that Jay-Z interview [Outro] Yeah Whether right or wrong I had to write this song This my thoughts