[Hook] I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou You go with twenty-five hundred, wow I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single, damn, n***a, wow [Verse 1] H to the Izzo, did three thou spins in a week You did 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 yay And y'all mad cause y'all not knowin' Cause these canaries so yellow When y'all pull up, whether to stop or keep goin' I got Gs, rock, rock and roll tees with no sleeves Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin' How he get seven TVs in that 'Lac, 'Lac? Three in the front, two in the back, two in that back, back While you in that hatchback and tryin' to sell work And don't get sh** from them packs back And try to rap, the studio gon' give you your daps back And try to get published And all you get is your a** capped and that's that [Hook] [Verse 2] I just bought my mom a new car and a house And that's a lot to say for a college dropout I drove to New York with ten dollars to my name And brought back a couple platinum plaques on the plane And brought back that soul sh** that changed the game They have no beat, they had to aim the stain, the steel Got lizards in my R. Kelly strain They real, man, I swear to God I wish I had a dollar bill For every time a n***a told me, "Stick to the beats" I could've ate at Cheesecake at least six times a week I got k**ed these n***as on that lyrical sh** Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push miracle whips Gonna save purple haze and some syrup to sip It have you so right, you drive on the left lane Gettin' head, crash Your head hit the window, now that's brain