I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spent a million a track and went over my budget
Now how in the f*** am I supposed to get out of debt?
I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet

Idc if it’s not that technical, this s*** SLAPPPSSS

I'd die over these Reeboks, you don't even know it.

lamborginis were figments of my imagination
whoever figured the figures this figure would be making

I’m trynna right my wrongs
But it’s funny those same wrongs
Helped me write this song

shove a geribil in your ass through a tube

Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love hesi' hesi'

Real Gs move in silence like lasagna

first my money twerk, now its lifting weights

if your stripper name "porsche" and you get tips from many men
then your fat friend, her nickname is "minivan"

NO

Big Ls catalogue

The hardest bar of all time is Jay Z on his first album when he said… something something be each other’s crutches

Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby

“I wasn’t poor, I was po, I couldn’t afford the o r”

You ain't get the memo? Yeezy’s back in style
Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
What’s more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they "sisters"
They momma named them after white b****es

Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up
On the uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback
Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back
That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully

You see it’s leaders

Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red
You got pets? Me too: mines are dead, doggy
Fox, minks, gators, that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's Pet Cemetery
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo, I run scandals with savages

I wouldn't say I'm Nino at The Carter
I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors
But I don't say "Feed me Seymour"
I say, "Feed me Dame, feed me Lyor" (billions!)
Epic, they used to feed me detours
Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4

Been rich for 'bout a year now, you ain't even know it
Had a long talk with my accountant, I ain't even blow it

This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey lightskin with herpes

You don't want it Holmes. If you a 'G'
You as silent as the one in front of Gnome

Circa 2003