| Lyrics: | Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
[Chorus]
Now can I get an encore,
do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to
roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for
one last time, nigga make some noise
[Verse One]
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle
me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me
back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful
Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global
Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a
triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand
closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no
pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap
imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
[Chorus - 12]
{What the hell are you waiting
forrrr?}
[Verse Two]
[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for
you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try
to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison
Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it,
Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back
like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim
you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smith |
