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, n***a, wow
H to the Izzo, did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y'all n***as want credit but y'all need to slow down
Kanye to the k**in', y'all from Chi-town, how your wife gon' say
She never sold d** 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 Gs, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
That's showin', tucked in strap showin'
How he get seven TVs 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 dont get sh** 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 a** capped
And thats 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, n***a, wow
Magazines call me a rock star, b**hes call me co*k star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go getting pimps, we mob stars
Gingerbread man even says, Youre a monster
Remember that, 'Uh-Huh' thats that trek sh**
Remember back in 92 n***as used to catch reck sh**
Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout 3 months ago
'Uh-huh' thats the one, now, cut my check, b**h
And I ain't feelin' that Lexus or that CLK
See me like damn A C L K
Yeah thats 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, n***a, wow
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y'all n***as want credit but y'all need to slow down
Kanye to the k**in', y'all from Chi-town