Chorus]
I go to Jacob wit 25 thou, you go wit 25 hundred, WoW
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single d*** n****, WoW
[Verse 1]
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, WoW
Yall n***** want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town, how your wife gon say
She never sold drugs a day in her life, but she still wanna pump the Ye
And yall mad cuz yall not knowin, cuz these canaries so yellow
When yall pull up whether to stop or keep goin
I got G's, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
Tats showin, tucked in strap showin
How he get seven tv's in that 'lac 'lac
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back, back
While you in that hatchback
And tryin to sell work and don't get s*** from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios wont give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin, all you get in your a** capped
And that's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Magazines call me a rock star, b****** call me c*** star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mob-stars
Gingerbread man even says "You're a monster"
Remember that, uh-huh, that's that trek s***
Remember back in '92 n***** used to catch reck s***
Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago
Uh-huh that's the one, now cut my check b****
And I aint feelin that Lexus more that CLK
See me like d*** a "C L ,K?"
Yeah that's how we eatin and, keep us looking peace and then
I aint kno we rap as good as he do beats and then
[Chorus]
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, WoW
Yall n***** want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town
I go to Jacob wit 25 thou, you go wit 25 hundred, WoW
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single d*** n****, WoW
[Verse 1]
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, WoW
Yall n***** want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town, how your wife gon say
She never sold drugs a day in her life, but she still wanna pump the Ye
And yall mad cuz yall not knowin, cuz these canaries so yellow
When yall pull up whether to stop or keep goin
I got G's, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
Tats showin, tucked in strap showin
How he get seven tv's in that 'lac 'lac
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back, back
While you in that hatchback
And tryin to sell work and don't get s*** from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios wont give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin, all you get in your a** capped
And that's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Magazines call me a rock star, b****** call me c*** star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mob-stars
Gingerbread man even says "You're a monster"
Remember that, uh-huh, that's that trek s***
Remember back in '92 n***** used to catch reck s***
Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago
Uh-huh that's the one, now cut my check b****
And I aint feelin that Lexus more that CLK
See me like d*** a "C L ,K?"
Yeah that's how we eatin and, keep us looking peace and then
I aint kno we rap as good as he do beats and then
[Chorus]
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, WoW
Yall n***** want credit but yall need to slow down
Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town