[Verse 1: Like]

I know we wasn't what you looking for

But when you see us its like how much is y'all booking for

Guess we ain't turn out as corny as you took us for

You probably want us begging pennies out the liquor store

Its been a long time, feel like a slow grind

But sure enough the label stumbled on this gold mine

Was either that or sit up in the unemployed line

Now we on and everybody want a joy ride

Damn homie, you told me don't rhyme

You see a nigga in the magazine you cosign

You say we too soft

We tell you screw off

We'll pick that Grammy up in no time

[Chorus: Crunch]

I feel like I need to be congratulated

For all the bullshit that I've been through

It feels good knowing that you hate it

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song

[Verse 2: Mibbs]

Guess what I did? (What's that?)

I told my boss I quit

When my check comes you better have my shit (Ooo!)

I stood atop my desk blew the office a kiss

Told Bret from accounting you can suck my dick

Congratulations, that's right people, yes I did

Waited my whole life for a day like this

So next time you see me I'll be on my shit

I got a whole lot of folks to scribble off my list

Like hoes that did me wrong, niggas that dissed my songs

And other miscellaneous shit I don't condone

In the Hollywood zone where everybody's a clone

Pac Div stands alone, Its on!

[Chorus: Crunch]

I feel like I need to be congratulated

For all the bullshit that I've been through

It feels good knowing that you hate it

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song

[Verse 3: BeYoung]

Congratulations I heard you got a new man and county job

Still at your parents' house plus you drive his Audi car

Went from K-Mart to Vicky Secret catalogs

V.I.P. everywhere you go the cameras on

Yup, I heard you treat the market like the red carpet

Next to the eggs in high heels with your hair parted

Polluted minds just die getting fed garbage

You take pride in driving niggas off the edge darling

And yet still we ain't mad at ya

Its clear to see that your ass backwards

Auctioned off when these niggas throw their cash at you

Your brain gone, but your ass fatter

[Chorus: Crunch]

I feel like I need to be congratulated

For all the bullshit that I've been through

It feels good knowing that you hate it

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song

I feel I need to be congratulated

For all the bullshit that I've been through

It feels good knowing that you hate it

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song for you

For you, for you, for you, for you

That's why I wrote this song