Damn
Here we go again
Common passed on this beat
I made it (in)to a jam
And everything I'm not made me everything I am

Damn
Here we go again
People talking shit, but when the shit hit the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am

I'll never be picture perfect Beyonce
Be light as Al B.
Or as black as Chauncey
Remember him from Blackstreet?
He was black as the street was
I'll never be laid back as this beat was

I never could see why people would reach a
Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up
You see how I creeped up?
You see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
I never rocked a mink coat in the wintertime like Killa Cam
Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like Will.I.Am

Let me know if you feel it, man
Cuz everything I'm not made me everything I am

Damn
Here we go again
Everybody saying what's not for him
But everything I'm not made me everything I am

Damn
Here we go again
People talkin' shit, but when the shit hits the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am

And I'm back to tear it up
Haters start your engines, I hear 'em gearing up
People talk so much shit about me at barbershops
They forget to get their hair cut
Ok, fair enough
The streets is flaring up
Cuz they want gun talk
Or I don't wear enough
Baggy clothes, Reebok's or Adidas
Can I add that he do spazz 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 A Lot Of Cheese" award

Damn
Here we go again
(La la la la)
But everything I'm not made me everything I am

Damn
H-here we go again
People talkin' shit, but when the shit hits the fan
Everything I'm not made me everything I am

I know people wouldn't usually rap this
But I got the facts to back this
Just last year Chicago had over 600 caskets
Man, killing's some wack shit

Oh, I forgot, except for when niggas is rappin'
Do you know what it feel like when people is passing?
He got changed over his chains a block off Ashland
I need to talk to somebody pastor
The church want tithes
So I can't afford to pay
Pink slip on my door cuz I can't afford to stay
My fifteen seconds up but I got more to say
"That's enough Mr. West, please, no more today."

Damn
Here we go gain
Everybody saying what's not for him
But 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 am