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Jay-Z Ain't I Lyrics

Jay-Z – Ain't I (produced by Timbaland)
[Jay-Z Intro]
Ain't I...
I'mma...I'mma...I'mma...

{Chorus}
I'mma hustler's hustler
A gangster's gangster
I'mma rapper's rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I

[Jay-Z]
I'm still winnin' and I'm no where near finished
It's just the first inning, and I'm gunning for the pennant
And I been this, God made me, ya'll hate me, ya'll Atheist,
Ya'll safety is at risk
It's the return of the Messiah
One and only Hov,
Nah I ain't God, but I've been made in his mold
So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold
I only fold bread, I stood for the best, I owe no debt
I represent the hood 'til my dying breath
I took a pay cut to become an exec
So the next motherfucka can earn his paycheck
And even though these niggas talk greasy 'bout me
Ask these niggas how they 'gon eat without me
Ask these niggas if they want stets involved
And even if they don't like me, they respect the God

{Chorus}

[Jay-Z]
I'm Hustlers poster child, I'm 'posed to style
I ain't got nothin' to prove I'm 'posed to smile
I ain't insecure, I'm 'vested in a piece of Carol's Daughter
I'm in Sephora
Bricks are insignificant to him
He's a grown man, you're an infant to him
Take your baby money and burn, T-Ha
I spent that on furniture
I got Warhols on my halls walls
I got Basquiats in the lobby of my spot
I'm so sophisticatedly hood, S.Carter cashmere premium goods
Thousand dollars for the sneaks
Timbo on the track, Two-Fifty for the beat
G4 back and forth to my floor seats
I spent a couple mil' just to lose to the Heat...

{Chorus}

[Jay-Z]
Anything you aspire, to acquire I got
Any gun you say, you fired, I shot
Any type of paraphenalia, I am the seller
I guess they're sayin' that's how I started Roc-A-Fella
Feds all fed up
DEA can't tell the dirty money from a Roc-A-Wear sweater
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that
Whoever rap, you be doin' that for practice nigga
I'm in a twelve step program
I ain't touched drugs in so long, I'mma sober man
I'm clean as a whistle, official got away
I'm the king of all kings, it's official, uh

{Chorus}

[Jay-Z]
Well ain't I?