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 rappers are the Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe they're tryna distract it From the that 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 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, Magic arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez, but your man lay In the sun cause I tan, I burn, blood clot When you gonna learn how much money earned How does it feel to know I in this game at 25 And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s And Fif' here to lick on that shit And he ain't even gotta look at coke to even a brick No more, oh boy, did he score To go from sellin' bags to right out the store And Shady hit the box man, he knocked the socks off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the off us, we make pay I'm just a super modest MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, that's when I spazzin' asses, kiss a smarter ass then I'm the best thing that ever to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!