Yeah, I'd like to thank everybody, the haters, my fans Wow, I spent five years, man Three albums, thirty million copies Gotta love it, I really never thought I'd be here First and foremost, I'd like to thank God for making me special You know niggas wanna kill me, I stay in drama Say a prayer for me, homie, nah, pray for Obama Ain't nothing changed, them rednecks got them.44 mags KKK mad, the confederate flags Black man in the office, you know they're gon' flip Like [?] hand me my rifle when she thought she was going to shit Bet Bill O'Reilly call me pinhead for saying that shit Well, him and Oprah Winfrey both could suck on some dick They said I sniff coke, but I weight shit, man, I don't get high Said I slept with Tracey Heggins, that was a cool lie And steroids must've made my money longer Mary vocals stronger, Timbaland beats harder Tyler write through the scripts, Wyclef make them hits If I knew I wasn't sure I'd run and get some shit I wanna be hot like me, I wanna be on top like me I'm trying to get guap like me, B It was funny how time flies, life turn to memories And I can't vote, too many felonies If I could, I wouldn't vote for Hillary Man, the bitch rule the world? Man, you kidding me Niggas tried to kill me on three different occasions I guess that's life when niggas just hatin' Came a long way from slinging dope and that hard white And my neighbors don't speak, why? They all white And the homies don't speak 'cause I'm rich now My life is Hermès, haze and Cristal And ménage à trois out in Moscow I got them Trojan Magnums and Lifestyle (Lifestyle...) Wow, you know, I really didn't get a chance to prepare a speech You know, I'd just like to say when you see perfection within me you see God, and when you see my imperfections you see me This was a great project, Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro John Leguizamo, Donnie Wahlberg, love you, guys, we got one You know I'm feeling so Creflo You see, we all ain't balling, but we blessed though My niggas, let's go Gotta give respect so you can get a check, hoe Ain't like God e-mailing niggas no death notes Purple label tags, Cartiers, and all them designer bags It's something you might want, but not what you gotta have These kids want money, nigga, fuck a autograph How can you be mad when they just following your path? You look and you laugh while niggas eating out the trash But shit change fast, nigga, look at your ass The real niggas last, we all been through it I accept this award on behalf of the Unit Uh, I gotta be one of the top five black writers I ignore switch sider support from backbiters Now they telling me I can't say nigga, nigga please All I need is incredible trees and bigger keys I slot you a piece, net like Mr. T's And it's 99 degrees, but my wrist on freeze I risk it all for the lovely dough so my mother can go Where she ain't got head shots, she shed enough teardrops I gotta thank God before I thank a soul For blessing me with the flow and the game to break a hoe I turn over Transformer 'fore I turn on 50 I tote blicky and I burn on sticky, fuck with me (fuck with me) Hello, mama, yeah, you watch the TV? You see me? Haha Yeah, they gave me the trophy, ha! I told you, I told you all I was gon' do is keep you comfortable I'ma call you back, I'ma call you back You know, we still in the hood, the award show, alright, haha!