Yeah, uh Let me talk my shit again Yeah You now listenin' to the greatest (DrumWork, nigga) Motherfuckers can't beat us (Hah) We spray heaters out of fake Bimmers (Brr) Niggas got rich off the blender and the eggbeater (Whip up) I don't bang, but my brother bang red, he a demon (Hehe) Got the bandana around the handle of a sket (Uh huh) Uh, I'd die for my family and my respect (That's a fact) My Cuban weigh a kilogram around my neck (Talk to 'em!) And I got two of those, don't get filled up with bullet holes Who would've known we'd make it to this point? I was just cookin' O's You see the way I'm cookin' up this beat, I'm just as good on stoves (Uh huh) Huh, rappin' wishin' one day I'd be good as Hov (One day) But still I'm the nigga they be lookin' over I whip a brick, I put the soda just to push it over Whip the Cullinans, let the baby mamas push the Rovers (That's for you, baby) Know a nigga that got cooked at Lenovo's That's why them niggas be shook to approach us (Boom boom boom boom boom boom!) Yeah, cop designer kicks like they White Forces (Cap) Niggas kicked the homie door, he lost a light fortune (It was light, though) Uh, dabbled in white like I'm White Boy Rick Powder in every corner of the trap like [?] (Talk to 'em!) My nigga smoked his own cousin, they gave him life for it Nigga stole three hundred racks, so he put out his lights for it (Brrrr) Yeah, this run that I'm on is quite historic (Hahahaha) The way I been on fire lately, I can ignite a forest (Hahhh!) I didn't read the contracts, I was blinded by loyalty Thought we was equal, whole time niggas tryna get more than me (Pssh) And I was still wavin' that flag and still grindin' accordingly (I'm gridnin') Now tell me what rapper you know that want this shit more than me? (Huh?) I still remember them days when I couldn't walk Bullet in my neck, face paralyzed, I couldn't talk Recorded Reject 2, was like a bullet in the dark We went from that to Billboard Top 200, who would've thought? Rappers like me, only come once in a generation (Talk to 'em) You should applaud me more, I overcame my situation They seen the Bells Palsy, thought it would be limitations Remember me and West would travel to New York To go to offices and talk about our album and listen and play it They said it was too many samples, this shit wouldn't make it We stuck to the basics, yeah, they was mistaken Got the billboard outside their office now, they still gotta look in our faces (Hahahahaha!) Yeah, now you witnessin' greatness Remember Spoon's house, recordin' my shit in the basement (Woo) Now my shit on your playlist, now every whip is a spaceship All my chicks look amazing, now my wrist full of glaciers Foul line trips, I'ma make it, yeah (Talk your shit, king) That's how foul I get in my pages, wild out, flip when I'm angered Wild out, shit can get dangerous, now every bitch think I'm famous How about how big the chain is, trips out of town with the stainless (Brr) Machine You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga DrumWork, you know my gun work You know what's up You know what's up when you see them trucks pullin' up, nigga