Jay-z - 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 tabanacko

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 cuz 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 of it but 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 chyeah uh chyeah (young) chyeah 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

Cuz he was on the block when those squares get off

See in my inner circle all we do is ball

To we all got triangles on our wall

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

I recall cuz 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 paid 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)