Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's You thought I left you, now why would I do (1, 2, 3)
They keep on sayin' the same are the best Jay-Z and West, maybe they're just tryna distract it From the fact I'm comin' back Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap I'm sittin' back in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick long And I'm still alive, Johnson arise I on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, we go thereDamn I forgot how much money he got On the of Saint-Tropez, but your man don't lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, clot When you gonna how much money we've earned How does it feel to know I came in this at 25 And coulda at 29 in my 20s still And here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain't even gotta look at coke to even hold a No more, oh boy, goddamn did he To go from sellin' bags to right out the store And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So the fuck off us, we make pay I'm just a super easy MC, okay? Til I hear the has been, that's when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a ass then I'm the best that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!