Jay-z I Just Died Lyrics

I Just Died Lyrics

Chorus

Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight

It must’ve been
something you said

I just died in your arms tonight (X3)

Verse
1

Pop died, didn’t cry, didn’t know him that well

Between him doin’
heroin and me doin’ crack sales

Put that in an egg shell, standin’ at the
tabaknaco

Rather the church, pretendin’ to be hurt

Wouldn’t work,
so a smirk was all on my face

Like damn that mans face is just like my
face

So Pop I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through

It
wasn’t all your fault hommie, you got caught

And to this pen game, a
fault

That Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so many others I saw

I’m just glad we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other

Save
a place in heaven to the next time we meet foreva-eva

CHORUS (X3)

Verse 2

(Feel my truth)

music business hate me 'cause the
industry ain’t make me

Hustlers and boozers embrace me in the music I be
makin’

I dumbed down from a audience to double my dollas

They
criticize me for all yet they all yell holla

The skillz hold truth be
told

I probably be lyrically Talib Kweli

Truthfully I wanted to
rhyme like common sense

(but I did 5 mil) I ain’t been rhymin’ like
common since

When you sense got that much in common And you’ve been
hustlin’ since

Your in ception for what perception, go with what makes
sense

Since I know what I’m up against

We as rappers must decide
what’s most Important

And I cant help the poor if I’m one of them

So I got rich and gave back, to me that’s the win win

So next time you
see the hommie and his rims spin

Just know that my mind is working just
like them

CHORUS (X2)

Bridge

Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah
(young) cheyeah hahaha

I keep looking for something I can’t get

Broken hearts are all around me

And I don’t see an easy way to get out
of this 

(turn the music up turn the lights down I’m in my zone)

Verse 3

(Feel my truth)

Speakers on the tears when no tears
should fall

'cause he was on the block when those squares get off

See in my inner circle all we do is ball

Till we all got triangles on
our wall

He is just rappin’ for the platinum y’all record

I recall
'cause I’ve really been there before

Four scores and 7 years ago the
papers flow, paper war

I should fear no man, you don’t hear me though

These words ain’t just here to go

In the one ear, out the other ear,
No

My balls and my words is alls I have

What’cha gonna do to me
Nigga, scars or scab

What’cha gonna box me hommie, I can dodge your
jab

Three shots couldn’t touch me, thank god for that

I’m strong
enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back

And the whole B.K. nigga holla
back

CHORUS (X4)