[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 nigga, WoW [Verse 1] H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week You get a thou in a month, WoW Yall niggas want credit but yall need to slow down Kanye to the killin yall 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 yall mad cuz yall not knowin, cuz these canaries so yellow When yall 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 shit 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 ass capped And that's that [Chorus] [Verse 2] Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock 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 shit Remember back in '92 niggas used to catch reck shit Remember that track I tracked for you bout 3 months ago Uh-huh that's the one, now cut my check bitch And I aint 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 aint 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 niggas want credit but yall need to slow down Kanye to the killin yall from Chi-town