Keep the Receipt lyrics

by

John Legend


[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & Kanye West]
Oh
Yo, this is Dirt McGirt
I'm chilling with Kanye West
He's killing y'all n*ggas on the beats
He's killing y'all n*ggas on the tracks
Where your plaques at, dog?
The game is officially over
Go kill yourself

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & Kanye West]
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak sh*t no more
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, motherf*cker, it's the Roc, motherf*cker (Keep the receipt, motherf*ckers)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now, y'all gon' stop talking that sh*t that you talking
Your broke-ass mama couldn't afford that abortion
Now, tell me, how the hell she gon' afford that coffin?
Now, I done sat back and seen it all too often
The backbone of this, like Marino to the Dolphins
Most hits out the Chi since Sosa and Andre Dawson
My n*ggas had Pro Tools, I had no tools
Karaoke machine, f*ck it, I'm old-school
Only difference is my tracks drove n*ggas postal
So I drove coastal while they stayed local
How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you?
Sit down, I'll coach you while we style in posters, dog
n*ggas had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball
I'll see you at the awards
Huh, and after all that it took
I made it to the Roc, I guess I ain't as dumb as you look
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak sh*t no more
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, motherf*cker, it's the Roc, motherf*cker
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak sh*t no more
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, motherf*cker, it's the Roc, motherf*cker

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Now, I showed you how to do this, dawg
Put a few beats on the tape, I saved this one for myself
I heard you n*ggas' tapes, need a little bit of help
But I'm rapping, and I can't do nothing for you, man
Ask Gee and 'Hop, this forty grand if you ain't fam
I mean, if you ain't Hov, if you ain't Cam
Damn, I know you say, "He's killing miself"
"He got a little-bitty deal, now he feeling himself", yup
Just 'cause I play beats and act hospitable
Don't mean I can't get you changed to "Hospital you"
I'm from a raw family, dawg, and I'll spit on you
So play like a kid in the garden and get little, you
Who your hypeman? I'm curious
It got you souped up like the cars on the Fast and Furious
Here go a new movie for you critics called "Who's Laughing?"
The first producer that rap better than the rappers
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & Kanye West]
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak sh*t no more
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, motherf*cker, it's the Roc, motherf*cker
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak sh*t no more
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
I guess— mmm, I guess— mmm, mm

[Bridge: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Aftermath still making them hits, n*gga
Lunatics still making them hits, n*gga
So So Def still making them hits, n*gga
Bad Boy still making them hits, n*gga
Wu-Tang still making them hits, n*gga
Ruff Ryders still making them hits, n*gga
Cash Money still making them hits, n*gga
Dirt McGirt still making them hits, n*gga

[Outro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Yo, the game is over, go kill yourself
Go kill yourself, n*gga
We don't want to hear that weak sh*t no more
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