Yeah, yeah, I get it I run rap shit, now guess who's back You I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3)
They on sayin' the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, they're just tryna distract it From the fact that I'm comin' Or maybe it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm sittin' back in my office off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be this long And I'm still alive, Johnson arise I thrive on my opponents think that I've died That's I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, clot you gonna learn how much money we've earned How does it feel to know I came in this at 25 And retired at 29 in my 20s still And here to lick on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain't even look at coke to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, did he score 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 stay the fuck off us, we pay I'm just a super modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's when I start asses, kiss a smarter ass then I'm the thing that ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a Dre, now gimme Kanye's glasses!