[Verse One]
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

[Chorus - 1/2]

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr }

[Verse Two]
[sighs] 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 4-5
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 smithereeens
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

[Interlude]
OWWWW! 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!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y`all out there [crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"]
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!

[Jay-Z]
I like the way this one feel
It`s so muh`fuckin soulful man!
(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Yeah [crowd still chanting] okay

[Verse Three]
So this here is the victory lap
Then I`m lea-vin, 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 BET and TRL 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 forrrr }
[piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly]