Can I get an encore? Do you want more?
Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boys
Over one last time I need y'all to brawl
Who you know freshenin' whole riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lurking
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Can't hear me rappin' like Angie rappin' is prom
Young H.O. raps great for dead
Back to take over the globe and I'm big bread
I'm in Bow and Jets global spreads
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the load but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you young what the fuck you expect
Yep, grand open and grand closing
God damn your manhole crack that can't open again
Who you gon' find open ahead with no pen
Just raw inspiration
So you gon' see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations
Can I get an encore? Do you want more?
No, no, no, no
To the blur
You can't see
What's him
And he grows up
With only you
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 and try to play you
Then you drive a couple of hits, look how they wait to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
So the only thing that matters is just a matter of years
A state where habit, J-Stat is a pain
To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like George, we're in the four-five
It ain't the play game with you, just to aim at you
Polly made you, if I owe you, I'll blow you
It's never rains, cop sell or take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing
How came I saw I conquered, the record sale
The sold-out concert, come on fuck it if you want this encore
I need you to scream till your lungs get so, so, so, so
Gramps, come on Gramps
Gramps, come on Gramps
True that fear is the victory left and I'm leaving
That's how you get me back after a year of them 16s
That's 1.2, that's 2.4 and I'm only doing two
You want in a game, attention to new rules
I can get you B-E-T and T-R-L too
You want being the public's in your budget
Fuck it, I ain't budget, young man in the deaf
You gotta love it, record companies told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me all star studded
Got four with one par like I put it
All cut the shit out of it
We're totally ridiculous, how sick is this
You want the bangs and Kanye chains and just some dust
It's an hypocrite, need a spit
Feel something like this
Ladies and gentlemen, right or wrong
R-M-B-E-T
