Lyricist: Composer:
Yeah, thank you, thank you, thank you, far too kind
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
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. Ov, 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?
Grand openin', grand closin'
Goddamn, 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 these generations
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?
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
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 smithereens
Cocksucker, take one for your team
An' I need you to remember one thing
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker, if you want this encore
I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore
Now what the hell are you waitin' for?