Curtain Call (outro)

That's a wrap. Gave you boys another classic off the rack

Tie a bow around my presence on the track

I done gave you everything and I ain't ever want it back

I just wanted yall to feel me, I ain't ever need a plaque.

I just need a minute, need a feeling that these niggas never had

Never that. Mighta made a song but you ain't ever rap

Mighta caught a couple trains you ain't ever ran a track

You ain't ever throw ya city in the air around the map.

I go to sleep at night with all this fire and It's sad

That I left it up to niggas who can't even light a match.

Rip to the pen, to beats, the pad. To the nights in my notes, to them weeks in the lab.