Niggas old as hell, trying to get they rappin' on
In the club looking like a f***ing chaperone
I'm in the club, posted up "Guess Who's Back" is on
If not that then a Just Blaze track is on
It's all Roc the world, we all got your girl
Copped your girl, never gave back your girl
Watch the rap unfurl, after Beanie Mack confirm
Kanye best producer-rapper in the world
Nah Beans, I'm going after MCs
Show 'em that this rap game made for me
Made for us, they bite and they plagiar-us
They spit the style for the niggas that made it up
That's like me buying soul beats for my album
Dog, I had to eat, I sold beats from my album
Now I got heat, I hold beats for my album
February 18th, reach for my album
Niggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, white handle, I got Jungle Fever
Black Benz, white truck, and one 2-seater
I'm in the game getting change like a parking meter
And since Takeover
It feel like the whole hood try to get a Jimmy Jones makeover
I got the hood on my shoulder
City on my back
They like 'Damn, I heard you charging 50 a track!
I mean, you can at least give me a stack
You can't do all that hard work yourself and not give nothing back
You know how s*** change when your name get to buzzing
This year alone I got two dozen new cousins
Niggas popping out the woodworks, talking about "you owe me"
Mama "I'm famous", niggas hate me that don't know me

One of the realest verses he ever spit man

somethings gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain.