No, it's not a trap or anything. I genuinely want to hear your favorite Jay Z triple and quadruple entendres.

I'll start with a few of mine:

Pray five times a day, so many felonies (fell-on-knees)

The phase I'm on love, I wouldn't b believe it either (the faiz I'm on love, clearly a very suave reference to Faizon Love that isn't forced at all)

oh they call me a camel, but i mastered the drought

Yeah, you know I'm full time trippin'
The crib look like Zaha Hadid did it, nah, he different
Hov here to deliver you like Moses
So it's
In this beautiful fact, we the chosen
Throwin' Roc Nation brunches, that's a feast for
Non-believers, I created my own Easter
Evidence for your reverence
Why would I not have a watch like a Saudi prince?
It unfoils
The slave that shook hands and humbled the duke of oil
The spook that spoke sterling silver and pearls twirl, tumbled out of my nappy coils
Visions of sugar plums for all the boys and girls
Why would I sell-out, I'm already rich, don't make no sense
Got more money than Goodell, a whole NFL bench
Did it one-handed like Odell
Handcuffed to a jail
I would've stayed in the sideline
If they gonna tackle, they cheat themselves
You backstabbers gon' turn me back to the old Jay
He's not who you wanna see, he's not as sweet as the old Ye
When I die please don't tweet about my death (death)
Tryna get mentions, bringin' attention to yourself
Please don't post some pic from in the club
With some quote you stole like we was tighter than what we was
Tryna get likes from my love
If you can't go by the crib then give my momma a hug

I mastered my aesthetics
I know you often heard me wax poetic
'Bout bein' back in the Lexus
But trust me, that was nothin'
A nigga up in the hundreds of millions
I have no ceilings, ah, this that feelin', I'm that boy
Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy"
Slappin' out of the toy, the separation is clear
In my rear-view mirror, objects is further than they appear
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair
Playin' for high stakes
Norman Cake, he looked up and out of the Lear
How niggas can't relate?
F*** a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
Chargin' my own fate
Respect Jimmy Iovine
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
And niggas playin' for power, huh
So our music is ours
Niggas only own houses
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me"
Now it's, "Fuck payin' me, I pay you
Put the rest away for Blue"
That blood money, I giggle at it
Can't even support my miss' habit
Jewelry shoppin' in Paris
All y'all jewelers should be embarrassed, huh
Blood diamonds drippin', we cute
I still ain't trippin', that's life, winners and losers
D*** dealers and abusers, America like me ruthless
My therapist said I relapsed
I said, "Prehaps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
God sent me to break the chain
I'm the true and livin'
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Niggas'll rip your s*** off TIDAL just to spite you
Ahhhh, what did I do?
'Cept try to free you
Niggas'll love you but hate you 'cause they can't be you
Dump 'em all in the bayou, uh
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
But my story's too wide to fit inside the line
And too old, these that d****
Heroin flow, I spaz on the stove
This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
Look, you a pedestrian
Don't ever question the security I provided you
Oh y'all thought I was washed?
I'm at the cleaners
Launderin' dirty money like the teamsters, huh
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
When I heard you got booked, that s*** hurt
Fear for you, bro, we know the system don't work
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Yet it's legal in Colorado
Yeah, we deny
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
That's why it's a black market, that's why it's called the trap
That's why it's called the project 'cause it's exactly that
All these people was gon' kill me, heh
'Cause the more I reveal me, the more they 'fraid of the real me
Welcome back Carter, smile

B**** I been brackin since the 80s. Google me baby you crazy

If YG said this, you would crucify him

Nigga, quotables not whole ass verses.

You on the gram holding money to your ear? There’s a disconnect, we don’t call that money over here

Be honest, how is this dope?

Because of the disconnect pun?

before reasonable doubt dropped, the jury/jewelry hung

His use of the word “call” wasn’t accidental

Also, it’s braggadocio af

Why would I sell-out, I'm already rich, don't make no sense
Got more money than Goodell, a whole NFL bench

Pick ‘em out ya self
Entire verse is stacked with ‘em effortlessly

BLING BLING

That ties into the disconnect pun

Marcy me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
I, started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
I'ma, Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
That's poetry,

This is actually fire, means he was already rich off crack, and plays on the legal theme.

Its still a very basic bar

Weak and makes no sense... you can sell out even if you're already rich (to make even more money)... the rest id just babble about how rich he is.

Seems like you're easily impressed.

livin up to your name

I can tell by your responses you’re easily triggered

Shut up, Kendrick stan.

Okay, Jay Z stan.

Kendrick stan? bless your heart

pray for him

Not worth the energy