We done made some fatty homes and I can't quit nowHave an architect who'll pay me homes, boy, you the * nowI sit down and think about what it took to make itNot knowing what's on my slate, *, separating myself from fake *Now I'm on the right road, I'm gon' redo, play, let me goBut that happened for a reason, now I'ma scrape this more goldThem labels keep lookin' at me, but I'm puttin' them on holdCause this high-tech livin' still got me in full mode, uhG-Stack, * that hatin' *, where the weed at?In the presence of a player, see, we don't need thatGettin' feedback to the streets, cause it's real *Cops block, *, kill *, makin' you motherfuckers feel thisIt's dedicated to them haters, manCelebration, let's toast to the booth and we'll shaveLet's celebrate, celebrate, all rightIt's dedicated to them haters, manSo let's toast to the booth and we'll shaveLet's celebrate, celebrate, all rightLet's celebrate, celebrate, all rightAin't gotta get my tag, gotta get my fattyThem bitches ain't ready for this real *They continue to hate on the planCause I'm tryin' to get rich quick, but * them fuckersSmash out on you hoes in full modeI spit this game all over the motherfuckin' globeYou cowards is lame, hollin' at bitches usin' my nameI'm for fuckin' * fame, married to this motherfuckin' gameThis Deep East bitch for the year 2GI'm ready to toss her every last one of you motherfuckers offWe all for gold and platinum, we ain't laggin', we stackin'We don't slip, we packin'We trickin', we mackin'Spit in your motherfuckin' face for bein' hella fakeBoy, you fuckin' with the tightest niggas in the BayPlay a haterIt's dedicated to them haters, manLet's celebrate, celebrate, all rightThis is dedicated to them haters, manSo let's toast to the booth and we'll shaveLet's celebrate, celebrate, all rightStill spendin' dough *, that's what I'm sayin'That's comin' out East OaklandEven when I wrote this, boy, I was smokin'I was thinkin' about the door so close, kickin' em openSmackin' one to the nose, leave my few of them jaws brokenThat's for the groupI was crazy off in CopelandAll of you crashin' the board back like Logan in a condom suitI'm makin' look no longer tokenCause everything that y'all seen was strictly for promotionsOld niggas, no grossToo impatient for that post-itSo I'ma * the nation with compensationYou call me blazin' like PolandLike my crib, I have them chokedAnd my album's considered thatBetter believe this * is a poke, huh?Like one pump and a strokeDon't fix it if it ain't brokenCause every time I squeeze on the spongeMy game, you soak itYou niggas whackStealin' my *, won't bring you backBut I laughCause I pubic hair, you on my nutsackNigga, this is dedicatedThis is dedicated to the haters you've madeA celebration, a toast to the fools that we're shavin'Let's celebrate, celebrate, all rightThis is dedicated to the haters you've madeSo let's toast to the fools that we're shavin'Let's celebrate, celebrateI mean, yeahThis is dedicated to the haters you've madeA celebration, a toast to the fools that we're shavin'Let's celebrate, celebrateI mean, yeahThis is dedicated to the haters you've madeSo let's toast to the fools that we're shavin'Let's celebrate, celebrateI mean, yeahWe'll see you next time.