Roots Picnic Freestyle Lyrics – JAŸ-Z

Hattie’s turnin’ a hundred
If she would’ve transitioned ‘fore I cleared my name, I would’ve hunted them
Every one of them playin’ these silly games
That 1-800 ambulance chaser would’ve wish one came, but 911 is a joke
Public enemy number one, I’ve been ranked
The rock’s not crumblin’, the leprechauns have magically run out of pranks
Your son on a federal jail line mumblin’ somethin’ about havin’ too much in his drink
You know how dumb that is?
Another one fumbled his, wonder how I get the blame?
Niggas’ teeth is tumblin’ out their mouth and somehow I’m the one who done it, there’s a murder mystery game
You had the cash cow and thunk it
What, you will pump test?
I’m the one who strum the pain
That hill you can die on, is way too much flack that comes from those plains
I’m killin’ them softly, what’s understood don’t need to be explained
You want it one way, it’s the other
I still own you suckers, I’ll Marlo you niggas, gang
I ain’t much for meetings, no how
Cancel the brunches, I remember the hunger pain
The price of the bricks goin’ up
It’s gon’ cost you a B to even say my name
You ever heard of a wunderkind?
My children is some of them, have you niggas no shame?
Y’all tryin’ to get under skin
I really get under skin, ask Un how I’m playin’
Y’all thugs with y’all thumbs again
Everybody think they’re the ones insane
You’re no maniac, watch how sane he act in my presence, niggas shrink
I need a new therapist
This shit is not workin’, I’m truly on the brink
Y’all better not encourage ’em, y’all don’t want me to think these thoughts that I think
That nut-ass nigga still stutterin’
That Chatty Patty down on his luck again
Quest introduced me to Jaguar, I don’t know why I still fuck with him
You was wonderin’ why I ain’t do the freestyle rehearsal?
That lady back on the stuff, she sound like she in love with him
Her Ken can’t even p— take they kids, enough of them
A rapper can’t be my opp, I got MAGA republicans
Them shots came from the very top of the government, good luck with them
I’m governed by God, you tried to break the covenant
I reigned for forty days, my neck get flooded again
Wrist get flooded again
My net worth went up again
My next update, the jig is up
Nigga, I’m up ten
Wrong chart, champ, you gotta look up again
Niggas look up to Hov, I never looked up to them
Them crackers got your publishin’, gangster, go talk tough to them
Don’t talk success to me, you niggas is workers
In perpetuities, how your contracts is worded
Don’t make me go f— man
The Roots remember, even when the trees pretend
Not too much on my name
Don’t forget who I am
Hattie loves her shawnies, S-H-A-W-N
I find it adorable she put the S at the end
You don’t know the show ain’t even begin
I said you don’t know the show ain’t even begin