Encore

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?

Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy

So for one last time I need y'all to roar (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Now what the hell are you waiting for?

After me, there shall be no more

So for one last time, ****, 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, hearing 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 opening, grand closing

God damn, your man Hov' cracked the can open again

Who you goin' find doper than him with no pen?

Just draw off inspiration

Soon you goin' see you can't replace him

With cheap imitations for these generations

Can I get an encore? Do you want more?

Cooking 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 well they pay you

When you first come in the game, they try to play you

Then you drop a couple hits, look how they wave to you

From Marcy to Madison Square

To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years, yeah

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, wearing the 4-5

It ain't to play games with you

It's to aim at you, probably maim you

If I owe you, I'm blowing 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 motherfucker, if you want this encore

I need you to scream till your lungs get sore

Ow!

It's star time

This man is made

He's killing all ya'll 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 the stage

Say Hova, c'mon say it

Ho-va, Ho-va, are y'all out there?

Are y'all out there? C'mon louder

Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking 'bout

They love you, Jigga, they love you, Jigga

I like the way this one feel

It's so motherfucking soulful man (Whoa)

Yeah, okay (Woo-ooh-ooh)

So this here is the victory lap

Then I'm leaving, that's how you get me back

After a year of them sixteen's, it's one point two

And that's two point four, and I'm only doing two

You wanted to gain attention new dudes

I can get you BET and TRL too

You wan' be in the public? Send your budget

Well, fuck it, I ain't budging

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

Golf 4 above par like I putted

All 'cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous

How sick is this?

You want the bang? Send Kanye change, send Just some dust

Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit

A little something like this

Woo, woo!

What the hell are you waiting for?