[Pharrell:]
Yeah 3 in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby,
F-ck y´all
The motivation for me was them telling me what I couldn´t be,
Oh well,

[Jay-Z:]
This a special dedication,
I wanna thank you for the fuel,
No really thank you,

I felt so inspired by what my teacher said,
Said I´d either be dead or be a reefer head,
Now sure if that´s how adults should speak ta kids,
Especially when the only thing I did was speak in class,
I teach his ass,
Even betters what my uncle did,
I pop my demo tape in start to beat my head,
Peaked out my eye, see if he was beating his,
He might as well say beat it kid, he´s on the list,
It´s like I´m searching for kicks like a sneaker head,
He gon keep pushing me until I reach the ledge,
And when I reach the ledge I´ll tell em all to eat a d-ck,
Take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread,
Spread spread.

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Motivation for me was them telling me what I could not be,
Oh well,
I´m so ambitious,
I might hit two sisters,
Hey I´m on a mission
No matter what the conditions,
Forget the personal issues
When you been what I been through,
Hey if you believe it,
Then you could conceive it.

[Jay-Z:]
I had to lace up my boots even harder,
Father is too far away to father,
Further-more of the kids either smoke reefer,
Or either move white, there´s few writers in my cipher,
So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
They said wise up, how many guys a you see making it from here,
The world don´t like us, is that not clear, alright,
But I´m different, I can´t base what I´m gonna be off a what everybody isn´t, they don´t listen, just whispering behind my back,
No vision, lack of ambition,
So wack!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
Had a couple of meetings no offers yet,
Maybe I ain´t good enough for these offices,
Back to the drawing board ducking officers,
It´s all good cause the streets is A&R´ing this,
So with or without any of your involvement,
Coming for all of this, respect my conglomerate,
I went from pauper to the President,
Every deal I ever made set precedent,
N-ggas thought I´d fall without old buddy,
Oh buddy, what I do is make more money,
Dear Teacher, your probably somewhere near a speaker,
I´m balling outta control, can you hear my sneakers,
F-ck y´all,

[Chorus]