JAY Z - Goodbye Tomorrow

Heaven knows you mean well

Heaven won’t you lead us

Let me know if I shall

God can only save us now

I walk into the building and I’m back like

A 45 jersey under black light

Jordan era rap, extraordinarily crack

Missed the past couple seasons, fuck the past

Every time I’m on this mic I’m Michelangelo painting portraits of hell

This bitch had thought she could keep me under a shell

Shootin shells at the roof, this is no longer a coupe

This a coup de tat, find the quickest route to getting loot

Nigga, tell 'em when I’m there I’ll beat the rookie of the year

And after that the MVP, been a champ my whole career

Put my crew all on my shoulders with me everywhere I go

I ain’t stopping til I’m on and when I’m on I want a throne

Man, I been a king, nigga

Girls on the floor going crazy

In a Mercedes, feeling like I’m JAY Z

And you know we probably faded

Bitch, we celebratin'

Feelin' like I’m Jay Z

I’m feelin' like I’m Jay Z

These bitches got me out here feelin' like I’m Jay Z

I’m feelin' like I’m Jay Z

I’m with my niggas and I’m feelin' like

Look like the son of a god inside the mind of a man

I got the heart of a lion, I got the head of a ram

I paint pictures with words nigga, I fuck up a pen

Been bodybagging these tracks ever since I fucking began

Same ass nigga that I was back then

I don’t rock no gold chain, I don’t got no rolex

I don’t got no gold grill, but I’m mad real and my flow sick

And I go hard, I’m over looked

Over due, I over work

Overdosed on all that kush, overload, comatose

I’m back, I’m never stoppin' on some Hova shit

Had to stop cause bitches always actin' on some bogus shit

Think I’m resurrected lights all on a nigga glow and shit

Feel like I’m the greatest so the greatest seem appropriate

Nigga what?

Real nigga, I’m on one, these niggas ain’t on shit

Stop worrying about old shit, shoutout to my old…

Girls on the floor and they worshippin 'me

They twerkin' for me, I’m God in here

Stunt on hoes I kinda dated, I kinda made it, we right up here

Man, you know I’m rolling deep

Fuck whatever club if my whole team ain’t here with me

We got a couple bottles and some bitches in the back

Her heads in my lap, she love the way I rap