Thank you, thank you very much for coming out this evening Thank you, thank you, thank you You're ***, too kind Hold your applause This is your song, not mine Thank you, thank you, thank you Please hold your applause For I just applied logic, keys, keys, open doors Now I'm balcony opera, black tux, binocular Black gloves, stop it, I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up, face keep poppin' up On the tune, I'm just watchin' Pacquiao box him up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us? Sittin' so close that we almost got snot on us Please don't bow in my presence, how am I a legend? I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven More hits than an hour eleven That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from out of heaven Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes That God, what a guy, as I say, my grace Who would have thought by makin' birds migrate For the winner, I'll be fly all summer, might I say Thank you, thank you, thank you You're ***, too kind Hold your applause This is your song, not mine Thank you, thank you, thank you You're ***, too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines We are really high, really high tonight We tipped the waiter a hundred dollars to keep the ice cold, right? We the last ones to keep the wise guys cold alive If I can't live by my word, then I'd much rather die No, no, don't thank me, it's just how my suit is stitched I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits For the colorful money like a Tom Cruise fix If I put eight balls in corners without using pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click Beautiful women sippin' through rouge lips Danger approaches, we're like, wait, who's this? Let us save you some trouble, son, what size suit you is? This way, after the ruger shoots through a few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices We'll be sure to send flower baskets, kid Thank you, thank you, thank you You're ***, too kind Hold your applause This is your song, not mine Thank you, thank you, thank you You're ***, too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll have to whine I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves I was gonna do it with the flow, but they did it with their selves I was gonna 9-11 them, but they didn't need the help And they did a good job, them boys are talented as hell So not only did they break, they put a building up as well They ran a plane into that building, and when that building fell Ran to the crash site with no mask and inhaled Toxins deep inside they lungs until both of them was fell Blew a cloud out like an L into a jar that took a smell Cause they heard the secondhand smoke kills Niggas thought they was ill, found out they was ill And it's like you know exactly how I wanted you to fail Thank you, thank you, thank you You're ***, too kind Hold your applause This is your song, not mine Thank you, thank you, thank you You're ***, too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll have to whine We are really high, really, really high No, really, really high, really high tonight We are really high, really high tonight We are really high, really high tonight Love you, lefty Kiss the wife goodbye for me