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, ni**a, wow

H to the Izzo, did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y`all ni**as 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

That`s 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 s**t from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won`t give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin`, all you get in your ass capped
And that’s that

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, ni**a, wow

Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me c**k 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 s**t
Remember back in ’92 ni**as used to catch reck s**t
Remember that track I tracked for you `bout 3 months ago
`Uh-huh` that’s the one, now, cut my check, bitch

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 know we rap as good as he do beats and then

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, ni**a, wow

H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y`all ni**as want credit but y`all need to slow down
Kanye to the killin`, y`all from Chi-town