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 on sayin' the same rappers are the best Jay-Z and West, maybe they're just tryna distract it From the fact that I'm comin' Or maybe it's I ain't black, maybe it's because of that Maybe it's because I'm the highest sellin' artist in rap While I'm sittin' in my office jackin' off to my plaques I'm still sick, how can I be sick long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson I thrive on makin' my opponents think I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, 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 learn how much money we've earned How does it feel to 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, did he score To go sellin' bags to bottles right out the store And Shady hit the box office man, he knocked the off us My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers So stay the fuck off us, we pay I'm just a super easy MC, okay? Til I hear the word has been, when I start spazzin' asses, kiss a smarter ass then I'm the best thing ever happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!