Yeah, yeah, I get it I run rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I you, now why would I do that? (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 fact I'm comin' back Or maybe cause 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' 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 I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go thereDamn I forgot how money he got On the of Saint-Tropez, but your man don't lay In the sun cause I don't tan, I burn, blood you gonna learn how much money we've earned How it feel to know I came in this game at 25 And retired at 29 in my 20s still And Fif' here to on that Coca-Cola shit And he ain't even gotta look at to even hold a brick No more, oh boy, did he score To go from sellin' bags to bottles 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 the fuck off us, we make pay I'm just a super modest MC, okay? Til I the word has been, that's when I start spazzin' Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass I'm the best thing that happened to rap, bastards I'm a blonde Dre, now Kanye's glasses!