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, damn, *****, wow H to the Izzo, did 3 thou spins in a week You get a thou in a month, wow Y'all ****** want credit but y'all need to slow down Kanye to the killin', y'all 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 y'all mad 'cuz y'all not knowin' 'cuz these canaries so yellow When y'all pull up whether to stop or keep goin' I got G's, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves That's showin', tucked in strap showin' How he get seven TV's in that â€~lac â€~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 **** from them packs back And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya daps back And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped And that's that 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, damn, *****, wow Magazines call me a rock star, *****es call me cock 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 **** Remember back in '92 ****** used to catch reck **** Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout 3 months ago 'Uh-huh' that's the one, now, cut my check, ***** And I ain't feelin' that Lexus or that CLK See me like damn A C L K Yeah that's how we eatin' and keep us looking peace and then I ain't know we rap as good as he do beats and then 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, damn, *****, wow H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week You get a thou in a month, wow Y'all ****** want credit but y'all need to slow down Kanye to the killin', y'all 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, damn, *****, wow H to the Izzo, did 3 thou spins in a week You get a thou in a month, wow Y'all ****** want credit but y'all need to slow down Kanye to the killin', y'all 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 y'all mad 'cuz y'all not knowin' 'cuz these canaries so yellow When y'all pull up whether to stop or keep goin' I got G's, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves That's showin', tucked in strap showin' How he get seven TV's in that â€~lac â€~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 **** from them packs back And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya daps back And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped And that's that 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, damn, *****, wow Magazines call me a rock star, *****es call me cock 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 **** Remember back in '92 ****** used to catch reck **** Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout 3 months ago 'Uh-huh' that's the one, now, cut my check, ***** And I ain't feelin' that Lexus or that CLK See me like damn A C L K Yeah that's how we eatin' and keep us looking peace and then I ain't know we rap as good as he do beats and then 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, damn, *****, wow H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week You get a thou in a month, wow Y'all ****** want credit but y'all need to slow down Kanye to the killin', y'all from Chi-town
