'Cause they want gun talk or I don't wear enough
I'll never be laid back as his beat was
Y'see how I creeped up?
Damn, here we go again
I never rock a mink coat in the winter time like Killa Cam
People talk shit but when shit hits the fan
Damn, here we go again
Damn, here we go again
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
He was as black as the street was
But I got the facts to back this
Damn, here we go again
My 15 seconds up but I got more to say
That's enough Mr. West, please no more today
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
They forget to get their haircut
Damn, here we go again
People talkin' shit but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
And I'm back to tear it up
The slip on the door 'cause I can't afford to stay
I never could see why people'll reach a
So say goodbye to the NAACP award
'Cause everything I'm not made me everything I am
Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like Will.I.Am
Let me know if you feel it man
The church want time, so I can't afford to pay
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
Baggy clothes, Reeboks or Adidas
Damn, here we go again
Goodbye to the India.Arie Award
Everybody sayin' what's not for him
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
Man, killin's some whack shit
Y'see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
I know that people wouldn't usually rap this
Damn, here we go again
He got changed over his chains, a block off Ashlin
But I'll just take the I-Got-Alotta-Cheese Award
Fake ass facade they couldn't keep up
Remember him from BLACKstreet
Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin'
Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows?
They'd rather give me the Nigga-Please Award
People talk shit but when shit hits the fan
People talk so much shit about me at barbershops
Haters, start your engines, I hear 'em gearin' up
People talk shit but when shit hits the fan
Everybody sayin' what's not for him
I never be picture perfect Beyonce
Okay fair enough, the streets is flarin' up
Be light as Albi or black as Chauncey
Now everything I'm not made me everything I am
Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?
Common passed on this beat, I made it to a jam
Just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets
I need to talk to somebody, Pastor
Oh, oh, ohoo
