Y´all niggas better not be coming around me with that fugazi no more, you know? Got that thang for your ass, you know? (I´m gonna, I´m gonna, I´m gonna, I´m gonna, I´m gonna
I´m gonna have to leave you)
A Vet stylin´ at Met Gala Tuna salad from La Scala Black sweats, swallow a lot of reefer God, it hard to quit the bottom feeder, lobster eater When I fast, I see Elijah´s features A million cash for a Nas feature Nas cheaper, do it for free if you do it for me 52 bar verse if the beat is movin´ me Stumble through customs, coppin´ Cubans at the Duty Free Layin´ on the most expensive beds, still I´m losin´ sleep Next to Jet´s Beauty of the Week 1993 Chin grabber, neck choker, in her mouth spitter Blouse ripper, ass gripper, that dig you out nigga
I ain´t gon´ hold you, old head gave me old news I don´t owe you, shoulda heard when I told you You are an extension of what I´ve worked hard to build You believe in your own lies, can´t be real And the odds is that what you love can kill you Like a heart physician who dies from a heart attack I know the consumer behavior, I target that You impressed with what they wearin´, I started that
It´s kinda terrific, the product of Slick Rick Somebody woulda told me then I would come outta this shit rich And start up a business, I woulda thought they was playin´ All them niggas I ran with, all that weight they was weighin´
A light bulb switched in my mind at the classes I cut Just a spazz puttin´ wax in the blunt The baddest I want, she wear Lipmatic to front We building businesses, you can be mad if you want It´s bubbly ´til it´s bubbles we see Drinkin´ like Dean Martin is nothin´ to me The spirits is somethin´ I can´t part and it´s fun to be me So cheers, here´s to the Kanye production this eve Watered roses, it´s war, baby My nigga High said it´s me, I drive ´em all crazy