Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess back You thought I left you, now why would I do (1, 2, 3)
They keep on the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're just distract it the fact that I'm comin' back Or it's cause I ain't black, maybe it's because of that 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, Magic arise I on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but man don't lay In the sun I don't tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much we've earned How does it to know I came in this game at 25 And coulda at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to lick on that shit And he ain't even gotta look at to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, goddamn did he To go from sellin' bags to bottles out the store And hit the box office man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we pay I'm just a easy modest MC, okay? Til I hear the has been, that's when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass I'm the best thing that ever to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!