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