Dirt Off Your Shoulder lyrics

You’re now tuned into the muh’fuckin greatestTurn the music up in the headphonesTim, you can go and brush your shoulder off, niggaI got you, yeah

If you feeling like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders offLadies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders offNiggas is crazy, baby, don’t forget that boy told youGet that dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y’all, probably be locked by the forceTryin’ to hustle some things that go with the PorscheFeelin’ no remorse, feelin’ like my hand was forcedMiddle finger to the law, nigga, grippin’ my balls

Said the ladies, they love meFrom the bleachers they screamin’All the ballers is bouncin’, they like the way I be leanin’All the rappers be hatin’ off the track that I’m makin’But all the hustlers, they love it, just to see one of us make it

Came from the bottom of the bottom, to the top of the popsNigga, London, Japan and I’m straight off the blockLike a running back, get it? Man, I’m straight off the blockI can run it back, nigga, ’cause I’m straight with the Roc

If you feeling like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders offNiggas is crazy, baby, don’t forget that boy told youGet that dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your homie Hov’ in position, in the kitchen with sodaI just whipped up a watch, tryin’ to get me a RoverTryin’ to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessirKeep the Heckler close, you know them smokers’ll test yaBut, like, 52 cards went out, I’m through dealin’Now 52 bars come out, now you feel ’emNow 52 cars roll out, remove ceilin’In case 52 broads come out, now you chillin’With a boss, bitch, of course, S.C. on the sleeveAt the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screenI paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is cleanNo chrome on the wheels, I’m a grown-up for real

If you feeling like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders offLadies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders offNiggas is crazy, baby, don’t forget that boy told youGet, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your boy back in the building; Brooklyn, we back on the map

Me and my beautiful bee-itch in the back of that ‘BachI’m the realest to run it, I just happen to rapI ain’t gotta clap at ’em, niggas scared of that blackI drop that Black Album, then I back out itAs the best rapper alive, nigga, ask ’bout me

From bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammy’sFrom O’s to opposite of Orphan AnnieYou gotta pardon Jay, for sellin’ out the Garden in a dayI’m like a young Marvin in his hey’I’m a hustler, homie, you a customer cronyGot some dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

You’re now tuned into the mu’fuckin’ greatestBest rapper alive, best rapper alive