Wow

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, nigga, wow



H to the Izzo, did 3 thou spins in a week

You get a thou in a month, wow

Y'all niggas 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 ?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 shit 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, nigga, wow



Magazines call me a rock star, bitches 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 shit

Remember back in ?92 niggas used to catch reck shit

Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout 3 months ago

'Uh-huh' that's the one, now, cut my check, bitch



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, nigga, wow



H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week

You get a thou in a month, wow

Y'all niggas want credit but y'all need to slow down

Kanye to the killin', y'all from Chi-town