Lyrics:

Oh oh ohoo.
damn, here we go again.
Oh oh ohoo.
Common passed on this beat, i made it to a jam,

now everything im not, made me everything i am.
damn, here we go again.
people talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan
everything im not, made me everything i am.

I never be picture-perfect-Beyoncé
Be light as Al B. or black as Chauncey
Remember him from Blackstreet
He was as black as the street was
I'll never be laid back as his beat was
I never could see why people'll reach a
Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up
Y'see how I creeped up?
Y'see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?
I never rock a mink coat in the winter time like Killa Cam
Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.i.am
Let me know if you feel it man
Cause everything I'm not, made me everything I am

Damn, here we go again.
everybody sayin' 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

and i'm back to tear it up
haters, start your engines
I hear 'em gearin' up
people talk so much shit about me at barbershops
they forget to get they haircut
okay fair enough, the streets is flarin' up
cause they want gun-talk, or I don't wear enough
baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di-dos
can I add that he do spaz out at his shows
so say goodbye to the NAACP award
goodbye to the In-di-a Arie award
they'd rather give me the ni-nigga-please award
but I'll just take the I-got-alotta-cheese award

damn, here we go again.
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

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, killin's some wack shit
oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin'
do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?
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
the slip on my door, cause I can't afford to stay
my 15 seconds' up, but I got more to say
That's enough Mr. West, please no more today

damn, here we go again.
everybody sayin' 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