No one on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
Mr. West is in the buildin'
Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion
Aye yo, I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the Pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even got a question
Hermes pastel, I pass the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That mean it's permanent
So I guess we should address it, huh?
My swagger is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it
«Why you so mad for?
Why you gotta have it?»
Cause I slaved my whole life
Now I'm the master
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
Tryna get that Kobe number
One over Jordan
Gotta bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit
No one on the corner got a pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by checkin' my fresh
Checkin', checkin' my fresh; checkin', checkin' my fresh
Follow my steps is the road to success
Where the niggas know you're thorough when the girls say yes (yes)
But I can't teach you my swag
You can pay for school but you can't buy class
School of hard knocks: I'm a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap
It's hooooo-vahhhhh
Dipping different Rovers
Whipping with the soda
Hooooo-vahhhhh
Did you even have any doubt after Doubt it was over
No one on the corner has swagger like moi
Church
But I'm too clean for the choir
I require, what I desire
I got stripes: A-di-das
Mamis scream, «¡Papi, no mas!»
Run up in your shit, just me, no mas
Runnin' this shit like I got four thighs
No one has swagger like these four guys
Now when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than the swag or dagger all metal
And my jewels blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet, make you feel special
Ha, what the fuck you boys talkin' about
I know it's us cause we the only thing to talk about
Yeah hah, you think?
That's right; aye
You can go see Weezy for the wordplay
Jeezy for the bird play
Kanyeezy for diversity
And me for controversy
All my verses picture perfect
Only spit to serve a purpose
You ain't livin' what you kickin' then you worthless
Looking from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work to see that my adversity was worth it
Verses autobiographical
Absolutely classical
Last thing I'm worried about is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they ass off
Blast off and have outstanding quality
Sell a lotta records, I'll respect it and salute that
But spitting real life on hot beats I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Livin' revolutionary, nuttin' less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag