Thank you, thank you   Thank you, you're far too kind      Now can I get an encore, do you want more   Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy   So for one last time I need y'all to roar   Now what the hell are you waitin for?   After me, there shall be no more   So for one last time, nigga make some noise      Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that   The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at   Can't none of y'all mirror me back   Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime      I'm, young H O, rap's Grateful Dead   Back to take over the globe, now break bread   I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express   Out the country but the blueberry still connect      On the low but the yacht got a triple deck   But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep   Grand openin', grand closin'   God your man Hov' cracked the can open again      Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen   just draw off inspiration   Soon you gon' see you can't replace him   with cheap imitations for dese generations      Now can I get an encore, do you want more   Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy   So for one last time I need y'all to roar   (What the hell are you waiting for?)      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, they try to play you   Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you      From Marcy to Madison Square   To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years   (Yea)   As fate would have it, Jay's status appears   To be at an all time high, perfect time to say goodbye      When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the four five   It ain't to play games witchu   It's to aim at you, probably maim you   If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens      Cocksucker take one for your team   And I need you to remember one thing   (One thing)   I came, I saw, I conquered   From record sales, to sold out concerts   So muh'fucker if you want this encore   I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore      Ow, it's star time, this man is made   He's killin' all y'all jive turkeys   Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?   Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man      Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage   Say Hova, c'mon say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out there?   ( Hova, Hova)   Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!   Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin' 'bout   They love you Jigga, they love you Jigga!      I like the way this one feel   It's so muh'fuckin' soulful man   (Whoah, whoah, whoah)   Yeah, okay   (Hova, Hova)      So this here is the victory lap   Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back   After a year of them 16's, it's one point two   And that's two point four, and I'm only doin' two      You wanted to gain attention new dudes   I can get you B E T and T R L too   You wanna be in the public, send your budget   Well fuck it, I ain't budgin'      Young did it to death, you gotta love it   Record companies told me I couldn't cut it   Now look at me, all star studded   Golfer above par like I putted      All 'cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous   How sick is this? You want to bang   Send Kanye change, send just some dust   Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit   A little somethin' like this, woo   (What the hell are you waiting for?)