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I'd like to thank my moms I'd like to thank my god as I Stand at this podium in my mind Hold the applause, it's my mental award Individuality is a must to be second to none Equal is a plus if you could be here with me If nothin, we can discuss but me winnin Cause I been MVP of this league Of my dreams from the beginning, let's go My life is marvelous My mental overhead is high If you die then you double-crossed me You lost you a part of it I lost my favorite art to the same as my sign They told me to hang in there So I've been sittin' inside of this frame In the hall of famе in my mind And it's only me and pain in there I just movе the pawn I read the Bible, never knew the Psalms You countin' moolah with your thumb Understand if money's the root of evil is the rule of thumb That Patrón came and won, look what you've become I just move the bishop He who recognizes his own problems SongtexteIs he who finally truly gets it The wise words motivating its own recession Get you a shovel Dig your way to hell and buy back what you sold to Satan, shit I'm somebody somebody would prolly switch places with Everybody dreams, not everybody gets to chase the shit After a couple million records in I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president I'm not ballin like Mike Jordan All I know is, I'm bout to be greater than I ever been So I'm good I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is dat? No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap I'm still chasin my dream nigga, how real is dat? I know what making it means nigga, how real is dat? So I'm good Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies Babies who think that I'm great Now I can teach em to strive to be greater than me And to me, that's what makin' it means, yo Haters can rest in peace Fuck this record business and they label discrepancies Fuck all this shit out here that could be the death of me Fuck these award shows, I made my own acceptance speech I'd like to nominate myself For not lettin this business drag me away from my family Grammys, parties, man these, memories is heavy Today's artists they different, they into shit like Xannies, mani-pedis No disrespect to the younger rappers I don't want y'all to misinterpret nothin', it's cool I don't want y'all to think I actually take time out of my day To think about or give a fuck what you do Man, I don't give a fuck what you do I'm too busy staying away from them temptations and things Plus I just bought a place and it's clean My son is in the basement hittin on one of them drum machines And I'mma help him make it, see that's what makin it Means After a couple million records in I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president I'm not ballin like Mike Jordan All I know is, I'm bout to be greater than I ever been So I'm good I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is dat? No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap I'm still chasin my dream nigga, how real is dat? I know what making it means nigga, how real is dat? So I'm good Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies Babies who think that I'm great Now I teach em to strive to be greater than me And to me, that's what makin' it means Aus Songtexte Mania