I've, become so numb
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
Now what the hell are you waitin' for
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
Now what the hell are you waitin' for
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
So muh'fuckers if you want this encore
And I need you to remember one thing, I came, I saw, I conquered
So for one last time, I need y'all to roar
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
After me, there shall be no more
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
What the hell are you waitin' for
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Can I get a encore?Do you want more
From Marcy to Madison Square
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore, come on
Just draw off inspiration
So for one last time, I need y'all to roar
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Become so tired, so much more aware
Get 'em Jay
God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
If I owe you, I'm blowin' you to smithereens
Put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes
It ain't to play games witchu, it's to aim at you, probably maim you
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
So for one last time, make some noise
Grand openin', grand closin'
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime
After me, there shall be no more
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Out the country but the Blueberry still connect
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
With cheap imitations for these generation
Cocksucker take one for your team
Is be more like me and be less like you
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So for one last time, make some noise
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
I've, become so numb
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
