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Jay-Z - Coming Of Age feat. Memphis Bleek
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
James Mtume
James Mtume
Songwriter
Rodolfo Antonio Franklin
Rodolfo Antonio Franklin
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clark Kent
Clark Kent
Producer
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Recording Engineer
Kenny Ortiz
Kenny Ortiz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
Come experience life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn
Actions, well, y'all know the actions
Uh, I got this shorty on my block always clocking my rocks
He likes the style and profile, I think he want to mock
He likes the way I walk, he see my money talking
To honies hawking, I'm the hottest **** in New York, and
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils
He want to run with me, I know this kid will be loyal
I watched him make a few ends to cop his little sneakers and gear
Then it's just enough for re-up again
I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's
To Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace
That's just the natural cycle, nobody want to be like Michael
Where I'm from, just them **** who bounced from a gun
We out here trying to make hard white into cold green
I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen
Plus, I can relive my days of youth, which is gone
That little ****'s peeps, it's time to put him on
It's time to come up (And hold my own weight, defend my crown)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand my ground)
It's time to come up (Stick up my chest, and make some loot)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand on my own two)
I'm out here slinging, bringing the drama, trying to come up
In the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
I'm out here serving, disturbing the peace
Life could be better like my man reclined in plush leather seats
He's selling weight, I'm selling eight balls
Sixteen, trying to graduate to pushing quarters, y'all
I ain't gon' sweat him, I'ma let him come to me
If he give me the nod, then these **** gon' see
I'm tired of being out here round the clock, and breaking day
And chasing crack heads up the block for my pay
I'm staying fresh, so chickens check
I'm trying to step up to the next level
Pushing Vettes through the 'jects, diamonds reflect from the sun
Directly in your equilibrium, and stunned
I'm waiting for my day to come, I got the urge to splurge
I don't want a lifetime sentence, just give me the word
It's time to come up (And hold my own weight, defend my crown)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand my ground)
It's time to come up (Stick up my chest, and make some loot)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand on my own two)
Hey fella, I been watching you clocking
Who me? Holding down this block, it ain't nothing
You the man ****, now stop fronting
I like your style
Nah, I like your style
Let's drive around awhile
Cool, ****
Here's a thou'
A G? I ride with you for free
I want the long-term riches and bitches
Have it all, now listen to me
You let them other **** get the name, skip the fame
Ten thou' or a hundred G, keep your shit the same
On the low?
Yeah, the only way to blow
You let your shit bubble quietly
And then you blow!
Hey, keep your cool
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand
Then you play your cards
Then he through dealing, I understand
Don't blow your dough on hotties
The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts
And won't break them for nobody
I like your resume, pick a day, you can start
From now until death do us part, ****
It's time to come up (And hold my own weight, defend my crown)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand my ground)
It's time to come up (Stick up my chest, and make some loot)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand on my own two)
It's time to come up (And hold my own weight, defend my crown)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand my ground)
It's time to come up (Stick up my chest, and make some loot)
Gots to lock it down, and when they rush (Stand on my own two)
Written by: JAY-Z, Kasseem Dean
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