[Kanye West]

And you say Chi city

And you say Chi city

I'm down with Chops in Philly

Nothin' really just to Roc, me, Free and Mac Milli

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Listen, yo

I drove to New York with ten dollars to my name

Brought back a couple platinum plaques on a plane

Brought back the soul to change the game

Had a little beef I had to aim, it's stainless steel

The lyrics in my heart I can't restrain they real

I swear to God I wish I had a dollar bill

For every time a nigga told me stick to the beats

I could have ate at Cheesecake at least six times a week

Plus I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit

Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips

Dawg I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit

Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips

Changing lanes

Yeah, I'm changing lanes

[Verse 2: Chops]

And you say West Philly

And you say West Philly

I'm down with Kanye and Chi City

Nothing really, just Chops with beats to smack you silly

Listen

Let it be said and let it be known: without a touch of ego

The Chops is out your league like Pete Rose

To see most of these Joe's that make beats

Their flows is type-weak yo, like Shaq on the free throw

The difference between them and me though

Is similar to Big Pun and Suave Rico

Cause they beef oh, artificial like insemination - in vitro

When I bust like a depot, I be colder than December when the heat cold

Cool breeze leave the street froze

Quantum leap over these freak shows, I be unique yo

And check the stink, it fucking reeks so

Instead of making money, making music, that's the creed oh

On the D-low stack chips and lay like Frito's

Instead of making money, making music, that's the creed oh

On the D-low stack chips and lay like Frito's

Changing lanes