Every morning while you go to Starbucks to get coffee
I be at the bank like, get this cash off me
My car so new, but my money so old
My grill iced out, so my barbecue's cold
3-2-1: blast off, you ba*tards
Spaceship doors, my garage is NASA
Hedgehog game: I am much faster
You are a lizard, I am a raptor
When I hit the club or the stage, I party hard
Witness hoes naked, like everyday was Mardi Gras
See, I'm 17, and I have an accountant
You're 17, but you get an allowance
When I see p**y... I'm poundin'
What else would you expect from Tha Joker, clowning
Bankin' over here, what you want to drink honey
Blow stacks so it's like I give head to my money
I'm a studio geek, Urkel, Ned Flanders
Car sits low, chameleon salmander
Joker beats, lock up sell 3
White girl trunk stand Marshall Mathers LP
Even my haters, secretly they felt me
Last name West, there's nothing you can tell me
I am super s**y in my white tee or my wife b
Burn so many trees, Smokey Bear doesn't like me
Let's be honest, who really wanna fight me?
You can throw balls but I bet you won't strike me
Look into that future, see me in that Bentley
Check my bank account: don't I have plenty?
My hoes won't hump you, they're so stingy
I would acknowledge you, but I'm not friendly
Boys N The Hood flow, South Central rhyme
Godfather delivery, Scarface mind
Basically what I'm saying is I'm one of a kind
If you thinkin' 'bout battling me, ya thinkin' 'bout dyin'
Fakes, phony, please stop trying
I parade my gangster, what are you implying?
She can feel my bone all on her spine
Orgasm, back spasms: she straight crying
I f** with ladies, I won't even watch who*es
Don't shake hands, cause you prolly didn't wash yours
This sh** is easy, I could do it in my slumber
And I make so much money, I should have a PIN number
Dumb and Dumber; where is your hunger?
Veggie eating b**h, here's my cucumber
Close your mouth, listen to me thunder
I am a pirate, I'm throwing my plunder
Black Pearl gangster, south side legend
You gonna need a notebook for all these lessons
Teacher, preacher, deacon, reverend
Whole damn Kenmore in my bezzle
I am the greatest there will ever be
Me to the rap game, is like fatback to peas
Chopper, semi, co*king, blasting
I flip birds: bluejay gymnastics
Street cred test? I motherf**in' pa**ed it
At least 20 grand in one of these elastics
I really don't like when haters throw sodium
I am the sh**, please pa** the Imodium
A-D, play me, you couldn't do it safely
I control the Roc, call me the new Jay-Z