YeahThank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind, uh (whoo!)Whoo, yeah, whoo-whoo-whoo (let's go)
Can I get an encore, do you want more?Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time, I need y'all to roarUh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)Now, what the hell are you waiting for?After me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga, make some noise (get 'em, Jay)
Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me thatThe rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically atCan't none of y'all mirror me backYeah, hearing me rap is like hearing G. Rap in his prime, I'mYoung H.O. rap's grateful DeadBack to take over the globe, now break bread, I'm inBoeing jets, Global ExpressOut the country but the Blueberry still connectOn the low, but the yacht got a triple-deckBut when you Young, what the fuck you expect? (Yep, yep)
Grand opening, grand closingGoddamn, your man Hov cracked the can open againWho you gon' find doper than him with no pen?Just draw off inspiration-tionSoon you gon' see, you can't replace him-himWith cheap imitations for these generations
Can I get an encore, do you want more?Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boySo for one last time, I need y'all to roarUh, uh, uh, uh (yeah) (whoo!)Now, what the hell are you waiting for?After me, there shall be no moreSo for one last time, nigga, make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for?
Ha, look what you made me do, look what I made for youKnew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you?When you first come in the game, they try play youThen you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you (how they wave to you)From Marcy to Madison SquareTo the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)As fate would have it, Jay's status appearsTo be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5It ain't to play games with youIt's to aim at you, probably maim youIf I owe you, I'm blowing you to smithereensCocksucker, take one for your teamAnd I need you to remember one thing (one thing)I came, I saw, I conqueredFrom record sales, to sold out concertsSo, motherfucker, if you want this encoreI need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithless, lost under the surfaceDon't know what you're expecting of mePut under the pressure of walking in your shoes(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)Every step that I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb, I can't feel you thereBecome so tired, so much more awareI'm becoming this, all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numbCan I get an encore, do you want more?I've become so numbSo for one last time, I need y'all to roarOne last time, I need y'all to roar