[Chorus]
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 ^!$$%, wow

[Verse 1]

H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall ^!$$%z 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
Tats 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 %#@! from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios wont give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin, all you get in your $$# capped

And that's that

[Chorus]


[Verse 2]
Magazines call me a rock star, (*##$es call me @@#! 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 %#@!
Remember back in '92 ^!$$%z used to catch reck %#@!
Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago

Uh-huh that's the one, now cut my check (*##$
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 kno we rap as good as he do beats and then


[Chorus]

H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week

You get a thou in a month, wow
Yall ^!$$%z want credit but y'all need to slow down
Kanye to the killin y'all from Chi-town