[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 niggaz 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 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 niggaz 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 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 niggaz want credit but y'all need to slow down 
Kanye to the killin y'all from Chi-town