As I walk up
Now, as the crowd dies down
Screaming appalled
And a bad bra opens the envelope
Let me straighten up my tie,
That I worked so hard for
Already got my speech,
Cause this is my world
Thank you for the love and every look I get
Thank you, my last girlfriend, she a bitch
She never held me down, so thank you for the lift
I know she lookin' now like
Thank you to the North Street Line where I live
Before I got big, before they shot big
Thank you to my grand-ma for keeping me in line
Thank you to my momma, cause she never stopped trying
Snatch me out of public school to keep me outta trouble
Payed for private school where picked up another hustle
Thank you for all the wrong turn I made in life
Just remember: three lefts is the same as going right
As I'm going through this thank you, it's getting really long
For this award that I've just won
If you're going against me, you will only win supporting
You know who best is, know-it-all-Craig's List
Oh, yeah I stretched out, stretched in
Checked out, checked in, sexd out, sexd in
Hey, I always was the best man
Can never have a bride cause I'm fuckin' all the best friends
Last, but not least, thank you all the rappers that let me share a beat
Put their verse on it, thought that sound sweet
Then I put my verse on it and make them sound weak
I'm living off recordin', I hope that they report it
We worth a fortune, Ferrari, Lamb, a Porsche
Yeah, bottle after bottle, but I never left a cork in
And you can have a portion
Thank you to the devil that try to put me down
Thank you man, Kanye, for bringing me around
They try to cut me short, and run me off stage
If I didn't hear your name, it doesn't mean I changed
Thank you for the metro politics and colleges
I was rocking with these more than we need oxygen
Honestly, on some honest shit
Doing them shows, one get money
Still got by opening budgets
Hell yeah, nigga for the bridget man hunters
Niggas die young, pitching (???)
And I'm gone!