Man, I'm 'bout to leave this rap shit alone dog Word up [Chorus:] (Goodbye!) I'm 'bout to say goodbye to the game I'm tired of playin' (Goodbye!) Goodbye to the fame and money Yo ain't a damn thing funny (Goodbye!) Goodbye to the hatin' for real Too many niggas talk greasy, fa' sheezy (Goodbye!) [Jay-Z:] ( "Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me!") [Verse 1:] I've been in the rap game for a minute Stackin' change, but the fact remains: this is a business Now I've gotta call it quits, all of this Hatin', it isn't called for; pride tried to swallow it I even tried at Apollo, it Was one fine-ass model, said she's feelin' all my shit But I had a hard time believing it She didn't know my songs by heart, hard time repeating it I swear, no one else appreciates me I'm from the home of white tees, and geechies maybe I should call it a day, and put the mic away I'd like to say I'm playin', but I can't say "sike" And stayin' ain't an option, but patience might stop him From making the mistake of a lifetime, I write rhymes And make beats, but if it don't move your feet I might as well just take a seat Peace out [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Fuck rap, you can have it back I feel like a FOX special, "When Doormats Attack" 'Cause I don't feel welcome It's gonna take more than an autograph signing in the store to help him Change his mind, 'cause I'm the same guy that brought you My other hits, like "Stay Away" and "Talk To You" I'm catchin' Flack but my name ain't Roberta These other rappers get away with murder 'Cause every other joint that they pumpin' on the radio Is soundin' like the same ol' lame ol' shit they played way before Meanwhile, I'm out bustin' my ass Can I get an applause? Is it too much to ask? Dag, I think I might as well hang it up Either that or take my style and just change it up D. Swain is just another jaded MC Man I tried to be as patient as can be But I gotta leave [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] He said this, and she said that And he claimed that D. Swain couldn't rap I'm better off in the game cookin' crack Took this slack for a minute, sick of people lookin' at Me like I lost my mind I couldn't sell a copy of my CD even if it cost a dime Even the radio won't play my hits I rap about positivity, they hate my shit I gave my album to a friend at the camera shop Man he said that he was feelin' it, he said it was hot But a couple days later, as luck would have it I overheard another nigga say that HE said it sucked ass, shit I tried to bring something new to the table At the rate I'm going I'll be dropped from my label So I'm done, yo I quit, I'm retirin' Applyin' at McDonald's, yo I hope they're still hirin' 'Cause I'm gone [Chorus]