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Let me get em, Ye They gon hate on a young nigga anyway They only call me when they havin bills to pay Aint nobody ask me how I feel today I think about it and get in my feelings, Ye Wanna use me, they think Im stupid Shit that they put out is very confusing Feel like the media tryna abuse me Yall wanna crucify me, huh? She a God-fearin woman, but back that ass up Juvenile in 99, now Im tryna find peace, have to find a god Aint been havin good sleep since my father died Know our feelings are focused, I thought you know this When theres prophets and mothеrfuckin poets You aint got the mind to picture what my flow is Im straight from thе bottom, nigga, where the floor is Went straight through the roof, like a nigga forgot where the door is Tryna make some shoes with YEEZY and Billion Dollar Baby clothing They think cause we black, we supposed to hide our feelings and its over Nah, nigga, fuck that She let me fuck after church on a Tuesday Dont got a ring, but she gave me that coochie Dont know how to make secular music I hope Ye like it, I hope he still use it I aint fuckin with niggas, Im Gucci They crumble in controversy, I be coolin Your chest beatin, lemme feel your heart They might say I didnt, but I did my part I never gave a fuck how niggas feel And this damn sure aint the day Im finna start Ye sent the beat that I could pick apart Right now in this song, we at the minute mark I walk down for a minute long Put the top down, know Im strapped with that glizzy Aint even mean to go get in my feelings This is a powerful song, I can feel it She dont got on drawers but she know all the scriptures He could teach me the word, Ill never forget it Forgive me and her, its a time for repentin And it clap like, "Amen," from the back when I hit it Im black, Im so black, Im so black they can feel it Paid three million cash in my taxes on Wednesday The government, Im payin them millions to They dont care about niggas when white people kill em Boy, we wasnt never no joke, nah, nah, nah Say I got the same flow, ha, ha, ha Like they say in New York, nigga, "Ah, ah, ah" And everybody judgin me, yall not God Overthrow, send the drones in All the maneuvers, feelin closed in I dont need to strike back, I let God fight my battles Aint strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at? If one more person call me and ask me, "Whats wrong with Ye?" Thats a grown man, I cant tell him what he can and cant say Never been a yes-man, so I dont feel like I have to explain F yall niggas, ex-drug dealer, ex-ball player, X Games Goin down like Aspen, diamonds in the watch like Aspirin From the clay like Cassius, ride the beat, the seat-belt fastened Nah, nah, nah, nah, Johnny Gill, "My, My, My" Use a diamond chain for a tie, had a connect before Wi-Fi Keep her on her toes, ballet , gotta stick to Cali Hard to park this in valet , if you aint first, you last place Aint tryna brag but Im straight I caught a case fore I caught a cold This a Rolls Royce, I dont drag race If rap dont work, Ill buy a stove If rap dont work, Ill buy a scale Make em nervous, start bitin nails Served em folks upstairs and downstairs, clientele on clientele Spend a thirty in YSL, shawty thick, she a Clydesdale Im at Esco, double park in front of the firehouse and Im fire as hell Boy, we wasnt never no joke, nah, nah, nah All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah Who they talkin bout? Nah, nah, nah Doin everythin they didnt allow, nah, nah Overthrow, send the drones in All the maneuvers, feelin closed in I dont need to strike back, I let God fight my battles Aint strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at?

Last night was the last night Youll ever spend alone Couldn’t wait, did it in the living room Soon as I saw you, baby, I had plans Plans to do it til we have a baby Even if the world is crazy Pick some names, boy or girl Then we’ll change, change the world So after you change your clothes Girl, if you change your mind I’m ready, whatever time It’s the beginning of forever You don’t have to call Sometimes you just know It’s the beginning of forever You don’t have to end Keep doing it, and doing it again, oh Keep doing it, and doing it again, oh Last time was the last time, I was worn and done You the best, thats why I want another one Soon as I saw you, baby I had plans Plans to take you to my elevator And cook a little breakfast later Pick a place and go there, girl Then we’ll change, change the world So after you change your clothes Girl, if you change your mind I’m ready, whatever time It’s the beginning of forever You don’t have to call Sometimes you just know It’s the beginning of forever You don’t have to end Keep doing it, and doing it again, oh Keep doing it, and doing it again, oh

Doin my thing, pocket full of green Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans Your girl a queen, my girl a thing You know what, though? Ima take, Ima take this one for the team Hehe Ima take this one for the team G.O.O.D. Music! Yeah, ugh You know what? I figured out Im not a nice guy I shook hands, kissed babies, gave it a nice try You know what? I hate pictures of other people kids I hate plastic couches in other people cribs I hate when other people cribs smell like shit I hate when I leave and smell like the crib Whats the cause of the poor smell? She said, "I just cleaned up, baby, I cant tell" Why every ghetto bitch gotta smell like Love Spell Or that God damn cucumber Bath and Body Works? I can still smell the sweat, the shit hardly works What about Cool Water? That shit probably worse This here a classic like the La-Di-Da-Di verse And my man probably hollered at the hottie first I scored, he took the charge Oooh, that shit gotta hurt Doin my thing , pocket full of green Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans Your girl a queen, my girl a thing You know what, though? Ima take, Ima take this one for the team Never mind me, Ye, have fun If the cops ask, thats my gun Thats my weed, anything you need Ima take, Ima take, Ima take this one for the team One fat ass, one flat ass Nigga hit the switcheroo on my black ass Ever seen Joes Jeans on a jackass? And my bitch got on tights with a tack ass Im a fly nigga, and I carry on With them bottles of that Rosé and Perignon Ever seen how a kingpin carries on? Dookie rope link chain and a herringbone The real shit, gotta feel this First class flights, baby, thats a field trip Double date, dont cooperate, kill switch Fuck me and my man, you a real bitch Doin my thing, pocket full of green Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans Your girl a queen, my girl a thing You know what, though? Ima take, Ima take this one for the team Ladies and gentlemen Its G.O.O.D. Music in the house And we got... Keri! Boy, I know you the one that I heard about And I know you workin with it through word of mouth Looks like Ima have to test you in and out Its a dirty job but sometimes you gotta Take it for the team Take it for the team Take it for the team Take it for the team Im blowin on stinky that come in a jar Playin with her kitty, made her come in the car She a redbone but her cousin is dark A little out of shape but shell fuck in the dark Until she start complainin bout her feet hurt Im trying to fuck, she talkin bout she want to eat first Im like, "Why did this bitch have to bring her?" Tryin to get her back to the nest so I could sting her So I hit Big Sean on the ringer I said, "I got a chick for you that look like a singer On a scale of one to ten, shes a fifteen-er" Man, you shoulda seen a nigga face when he seen her He said the bitch wasnt pretty enough to finger On my team, she would be a fifth-stringer I said, "I got the fine one in the Bimmer Im the point guard and I need a wing, take it for the team" Take it for the team Take it for the team Take it for the team Take it for the team Doin my thing, pocket full of green Hand on my dick in my thousand-dollar jeans Your girl a queen, my girl a thing You know what, though? Ima take, Ima take this one for the team Ima take this one for the team G.O.O.D. Fridays Ima take this one for the team Its the nigga they love to hate But all the bad model bitches they love to date You need to check my swag and get up to date Check, check my swag and get up to date We in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out She cant clean but I bet she got a vacuum mouth And I bet Im gon sweat her Vidal Sassoon out Her friend bust in, goddamn, who brought the raccoon out? For the team, uh Like we always do at this time Like, like we always do at this time I go for, I got to Like we always do at this time Like we always do at this time Go for, I got to Like we always do at this time Hah, like we always do at this time Southside, we gon set this party off right This time This time Yeah, yeah Mike Dean on the keys Hey, oh They love to hate Bad model bitches, they love to date They need to check my swag and get up to date Check-check-check my swag and get up to date Aye, its the nigga they love to hate But all the bad model bitches, they love to date They need to check my swag and get up to date Check-check-check my swag and get, uh, aye

Ayy, wassup, girl? Hey, girl Hey, how you doin? Ayy, you know I finally got my shit together Been watchin that workout plan, girl! Well, you lookin all good and stuff, you got you a— Girl, I know its that workout Got you a six pack Shakur and stuff Dont say it My nigga, my nigga, Im tired of puttin 1-8-7 in my niggas pager That shit aint workin no more Girl, you know Ima video hofesional now Since I copped this new workout plan my shit is right Rollin in Lexus, Acuras, everything, girl Girl, you need to let me know where I can cop that, how much is it? Girl, you know you aint gotta pay nothin around me, Im the bootleg queen Ill give it to you for Free.99 FREE.99?! Thats my dawg, you always lookin out for us My nigga, now I can throw away my bus pass and shit, oh my God Oh, shit

Ugh, what Explain yourself, how you sound like me? The motherfucking Skateboard P Knowing that youre Milo, playing games like Cee-lo In a tight situation like Speedos You can have it your way like Carlito My niggas would be happy to give yall torpedoes And have your car twisted like a blunt For you faggot-ass niggas that like to front Im on some BBC Bape shit, Im on some cake shit In the kitchen with the heat, making beats in my apron You hating and you want to erase it Close your eyes when you know you cant take it My flow interrupts your homeostasis I Rolls-Royce it on a regular basis You talk street shit, it sound like sweet shit Straight licorice, you niggas sound ticklish 80K large for the Hermès dream Purple croc in all your magazines Hunger strike yourself, look like Céline, Dion Me and my niggas like Freon Your bitch is on my pecan, she got an ass you can eat on Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton I hit it til I could seat on, tryna get her freak on Ask me to R. Kelly you and get peed on I said, "That aint me, maam" That eight behind me still got the burner Yes, the Enzo is still black like Sojourner Truth, I might have just loosened a tooth Spitting what I did in the booth, Im out, poof Carrera, raised in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era Water-bearer tell the truth, I dare you You lie, so eat this whole bottle of these jalapeño peppers For terror made in America, too live Fuck the property or give me my props properly High off life, this high technology, DeVry I rep Muhammad Ali, more like rap-ology My policys not to be dishonestly deprived So gimme that, gimme that, keep God where my city at Im like steak and fries but never died They wanna Ghostface, wanna be me But they will post-haste follow me into the afterlife That means you going right after Ive But Im the hero, sorta like Jack Sparrow So some way, somehow, I have survived Ha, ha, surprised? Who is he that we see coming over the tides? In a speed boat, boatload of pride Fall of Rome, dress-shirted and mastermind tie He what happens when rapping and avant garde fashion collides OMG, its the C from the CRS LOL-ing at you haters, tell your BFFs like Yes, Mr. West, turn that new Child Rebel Loud as a badass child level Who need a chorus? We do it Tyrannosaurus Tyrone, its been a year with no phone Could you explain how high is your zone? Well take the plane, rub his nose in cocaine Theres hoes in magazines you layin saying youre lame And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants Make em kiss both cheeks like we living in France Diamonds blue, his business managers Jewish And if I get sued, my lawyers Jews Some girls do grab the cojones Say, "You got enough diamonds to at least Sierra loan us" Brand new Ferraris, I gotta make the donuts CRS is like a hip-hop Christmas bonus Niggas is hating on the internet, I couldnt tell I was too busy rapping, G.O.O.D. as hell I was too busy flying, parasail To Colette to get the new shit that Paris sell Tarantino, Da Vinci, getting Benjies Get half-off of Fendi, half of thats to Cindys Hopped out the spaceship, put my Mork in Mindy Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me Props in New York but Chi-Towns the city Get my groupie hoochies Gucci, Monica Belluccis Are those the real millionnaires or the bendies? Im so ultra, Im even over Oprah But let me check your account, haha, no sir

I see you in the lonely place How can you be so blind You still regretting the love you left, left behind Oh darling, I seen you go through the changes Sitting alone each night Are you expecting to find the love, love thats right Darling open your eyes Let me show you light Girl you never find a love thats right Darling open your eyes Let me show you the light Girl you think youre so wise, youre so wise There are times when you need someone I will be by your side Ill take my chances before they pass, pass me by Oh darling, there is a light that shines Special for you and me You need to look at the other side, youll agree Darling open your eyes Let me show you light Girl you never find a love thats right Darling open your eyes Let me show you light You may never find a love thats right Darling open your eyes Let me show you light You may never find a love thats right Darling open your eyes Let me show you the light Girl you think youre so wise You may never find a love thats right

We got love, love, love You better believe it I got house and a carriage, yeah I got Black love and marriage, yeah They gon say you can’t have it, but Im like, "Dont kill the messenger" We gon’ break the stigma up Huxtables turned to Obamas It aint about where you been, where you from What you got Its all about love Self-love is the best love When you gon take that wristband off? That pity party been over Dont need make-up to dress you up I gave birth on the bathroom floor Just me, Iman, and headphone cords Dont let this life defeat you I hope this message reach you Throw your hands up Play catch with the hunnids, love is the new money Im just chillin with the homies, home is where the heart is Throw your hands up Play catch with the hunnids, love is the new money I’m just chillin’ with the homies, home is where the heart is, ahh! We got love, love, love You better believe it We got love, love, love You better believe it I live in abundance, love is the new money Im mentally wealthy, spiritually conscious I’m fresh out of Onyx, Im ballin, Im ballin’ I play with the hunnids, love is the new money Thats my frequency, stock up, burn the sage Clear the room, heal the hate, love is the new wave Play catch with the hunnids, love is the new money Im just chillin with the homies, home is where the heart is Play catch with the hunnids, love is the new money Im just chillin with the homies, home is where the heart is We got love, love, love You better believe it We got love, love, love You better believe it Play catch with the hunnids, love is the new money Im just chillin with the homies, home is where the heart is, ahh! Play catch with the hunnids, love is the new money Im just chillin with the homies, home is where the heart is, ahh! Above all you keep your clarity You keep your focus You keep your sense of love And you keep your sense of purpose Those are, theyre integral You know, theyre key Happiness You know, um a lot of people define success differently You know for me You can have everything You could have all the money in the world But if its not enjoyable, if its not sustainable, you know If you cant be a person of integrity while having all these things What does it matter? What does it mean? The value is internal Your value is internal

Hey Jimmy, where you going? I dont know where Im goin My Dad died, and uh, he left me his degrees My mom would always say "Dad, why dont you work?" But he just kept learning All the other kids parents were working and saving up money for school And I was actually in school all while my dad was in school! He was so greedy with degrees, he took my degree And now Im just glad he left me these Because all the regular homeless people have newspaper, and look what I have These are documented My father left them to me And Im going to leave them to my kids Im going to learn too Im going to get super smart, so I, too, can die without money But Ill be the smartest dead guy! Who has that?

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Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique Clique, clique, clique clique I’m T-Raww young nigga I’m the shit Shit, shit, shit, shit I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique Clique, clique, clique clique Young money motherfucker we the shit I be the shit, we be the shit, I am the shit I ball out like the San Diego Padres TGIF, thank God it’s Friday Smokey Friday, so high might fly away Competition’s small so I live big like Tom Hanks Big bang, 22, nigga don’t believe in caine Tried everything from sellin’ weed to counterfeit Counterclockwise, clockwise Now we countin’ hits Superfreak bitches made a milli off a porno flick Good nigga, clean dick Fuck her right she’ll call again I ain’t got time for modelin’ Show up lookin’ how your pictures did Bitch, no call to niggas, but we at the Ritz Super duper fly nigga so they bug me for a flick Get it? Flick, flick, choppers on the hip Make a band, chop a drum clip, I’m T.I. with this Too ill to reheal or fix son a nigga eclipse Hotter than Middle East is, pledge allegiance A star bitch you the realest, I’m a realist Father, son, holy spirit ‘cause I brought the ghost with me Let’s toast to the Rolls I driven You could live in She give me clit and my clique winnin’ Bank murder up in this I got a fuckin’ problem Baby on me like a toddler Keep my phone on silent Vibrate, make that ass shake like a violin College girls on me while you pressed like dialing I been everywhere you niggas ain’t Can’t go where your bitch go, got her up late Make my dick plank, she gon’ drink it straight Rotate, let her friend taste She from the DMV but I ain’t tryin’ to wait DC, Maryland, them phones they be wirin’ them Shout out my nigga Wale we be fly like a terrorist Get money like inheritance That pussy I’mma wear it out Yeah we in the strip club Blowin’ money, air it out Talkin’ big shit Let me show you what I’m talkin’ ‘bout Stacks for the freak show Told her bring the circus out I ain’t gettin’ married ‘cause these hoes They just go around Ridin’ on the next clique soon as they up in town Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga They hold me down if it’s drama And if it’s drama, I got that loud Told my girl, Jeffrey Dahmer, and eat her out Then I follow, and then I follow, dick in her mouth They say Tyga only got like one hit Shit, at least a nigga got a hit Banana make her pussy split Pornstar, loose lips Ain’t no room in my circle like a hula-hoop is Bitch Groupie ass nigga…

Alright, is everybody ready? Alright now here we go! Aiyyo good morning America, good morning to Erika Who gave me good head while watching Good Morning America Good day New York, have a good day in court My niggas drive around the hood lookin for good yay to snort I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy From a good guy with good lies lookin liable to try You know that old sayin, what they say about good guys I guess thats why I went bad, needed all my chicks bad Fiends needed hits bad, so they hittin licks bad Had to get that work off, before that shit went bad If not it gets bad, and thingsll only get bad So now Im gettin bad scans, and I got that bad jam Tellin me them bad sense, songs catch them bad breaks Caught a bad rate on the whip, with bad brakes Im caught up in these bad ways havin a bad day So now the games ugly and my pains ugly and my chains ugly Things became ugly cause my ugly rugby Got a stain and its musty, wakin up lookin crusty And Ms. Thang whos ugly is sayin to me dont touch me I went from Pretty Willie to pretty silly without the pretty gully So you know thingsll still get pretty ugly And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly B.I.G. said get your money aint no tellin they gon love me We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly When your money get funny and them days aint sunny We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly Niggas give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly And this is for the hood, you got, to love me Good morning to umm, I dont remember your name But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and Good morning to Chi-Town, where my niggas ride down To bust clowns and look for some bust downs to bust down Yeah, she aint got a car she on the bus now But her gear is bangin, she one of us now I wanted badly to bone, cause she was bad to the bone She from a battered home, she mad when she at home So I gave her my number to peep off, she wanted to take a week off Bustin Scary Movie nuts, I had to get the freak off That new Tom Cruise to the Moulin Rouge On a too long cruise, she said I aint bonin you With them too long shoes, and acted bougie in a Grey Poupon mood So Imma act cheap in a coupon mood She said Ye, you dont love me? I told her it was good, its too bad it got ugly We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly B.I.G. said get your money aint no tellin they gon love me We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly And this is for the hood, you got, to love me Aiyyo good morning to Queens, the Northside is my scene And when it comes down to it Imma ride for my team See its a beautiful life, but these billsll make it ugly And the beauty of life, is when youre forced to make it ugly Had a beautiful night, til a storm done made it ugly And a beautiful wife, now we divorcin and its ugly Now my mindstate is ugly, when blind dates are ugly And Im ready turn it up in these streets, and make it ugly Used to sit in Mr. Uglys with these sisters that was ugly And these bitches used to bum me to the point it made me ugly And say things that was ugly then leave the bar, abruptly But I took it all back, cause God dont like ugly Now Im curbin my bad words and say thats a bad burn I left it on bad terms with a chick with a bad perm Who case took a bad turn, her face caught a bad burn And took the news bad when they said she had bad germs The bad thing about the bitch is bad and bout it But the pussy smelled bad so I had to get up out it So now we got bad luck, our son is a bad blood But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad luck And once you get bad, it be bad for good And thats bad meanin bad not bad meanin good But I agree that its good, when you leave with the goods Its all good in the hood I call good cause its good Now Im havin some good nights, livin this good life Got me a good girl that Imma make me a good wife So Im, good to go, and Im good where I go Cause my man got good aim and thats a good thing to know And he came off for good, offa good behavior Spittin that good game so whats good with this paper Cause this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly Aiyyo we showin you the good, the bad, the ugly B.I.G. said get your money aint no tellin they gon love me We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly When your money get funny and them days aint sunny We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly Niggas give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me We showin you the good, the bad, the ugly And this is for the hood, you got, to love me

I brought you brothers here today to start our own fraternity Broke Phi Broke, we aint got it Broke Phi Broke No, we have no money We are sharin jeans If I go outside, I got the only clothing on How many cars do we own? How many cars do we own? Should we let our woman go and be with the cat with the car? Why? Because we cant afford gas. Say it with me! Say it! So we aint drivin!

Audhu Billahi min ash-shaytaan-ir rajeem. Bismillah-ir Rahman-ir Raheem Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar This is ones for all my brothers and sisters who died in Iraq, Israel, Afghanistan and right here in America Abraham Taught Muhammad Taught And Moses split the sea I aint tryin to profit off the prophets so this ones for free Gs up along with Muhammad and Jesus In the Quran they call him Isa Dont think Osama and Saddam is our leader We pray for peace, but the drama intrigues us All, so we fall for the illusions of the beast So instead of tryin to teach we show our teeth Same God, different beliefs Hijabs, Sunday clothes, yarmulke, kufi, same mission beneath We all tryin to get to where the sufferin ends In front of the Most High bein judged for our sins Cant front for the Most High, so the struggle Continues You, every bee, bird and tree, he, her and me We virtually on the same boat With the same goats, on the same sea Tryin to stay afloat, and put the devil in the yoke With a couple of Gods quotes Ash-had an la ilaha illa llah And to the sisters and the mothers of ours Who cover theyselves cause theyre lovers of God The Creator of the worlds, Sculptor of the stars During Hajj, we walk, through Ramadaan, we starve Though you not eatin, theres a feedin of the mind A defeatin of the demons, a seein of the signs A leanin on the lines from the surahs Getting purer, God deemed it unclean Nor drinkin of the wine We all bend to his whims, so I send out a message to my kind I’m cordial to Mr. Norful, Mrs. Adams you’re the theme song when I’m battling Creflo, player, what’s happening? I can hear the truth in your rappings Sex before you marry No grudges You should carry, no lyin Not supposed to be gamblin We all the same man Its all a game The devil hate each and every one of us exactly the same You know And to my Akhs tryin to stay on their deen It gets mean especially when you stay on the scene And at the same try to stay out of trouble But dont forget the blessin is in the struggle The Most Forgiving will forgive it if you stay repentant And hustle You gotta stay on your salats, your zakats, your Quran To my homies and miskeen Astagfirullah Allah forgive us all For we all are sinners Bless us to be among the winners When it ends But until then please strengthen the mission within our hearts All praise is due to God Tellin it how it was taught me I aint tryin to sell it can be brought for free This is how it is Now how it ought to be Muhammad talk to me Jesus walk with me I hope We all the same man Its all a game The devil hate each and every one of us exactly the same

Geah-geah-geah, geah-geah-geah Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh Bap! And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags pimpin, we be poppin tags! And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags, pimpin, we be poppin tags! We arose, lets go "So Fresh, So Clean" like Kast Jay-Z be poppin tags Leavin the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash "Aw, fuck, there he go again Talkin bout hoes and dough again"—yup! Cant hold it in Im surprised I got so much dough to spend But back when I was poorer then You wasnt focusing about the dough I spend But I was holdin then, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that, man Fall back, I bought that What would you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V12 engine, corners spinning Twinkies shinin, pinky ring Armadale, nigga, stinky-stink Top down, my cash is up Gold chain, I dont give a fuck Gold brainll get you in the truck, ma Thats right, you in luck, ma You see me cruisin down, better step inside Aint enough room to fit you all in the ride First-come, first-served basis You know Hov be goin to nice places Thats right, and Im droppin cash Leave the mall with garbage bags Gucci this, Prada that Roll with your boy, youll be poppin tags And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags pimpin, we be poppin tags! And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags, pimpin, we be poppin tags! Its a party when I go up in the store Shopping while Im zooted off the dro Rolling like a nigga that just came up on a mil And I got em sweepin and pickin up tags off the floor Bag full of clothes, I remember having rocks in the hall On the corner with the Glock by the balls Serving up a jab and workin security 6 to 6 Then its straight from the block to the mall Buy whats on the wall, go ahead and treat yourself When you come up on some cheddar, better pop that tag Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go up to the lot And lay the paper down to cop that Jag I got a closet full of ammunition and funds Mink, Rocawear and some guns, Pelle and a fresh pair of Jordans Dro packs and Bo Jax and Air Maxes; throwbacks and 1s No max for none Im a baller, if you want it, come and get it now And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be chopping up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizzay Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we gets busy And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags pimpin, we be poppin tags! And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags, pimpin, we be poppin tags! Let me tell you something bout me My throwback game is whiffle-wicked Saint Pattys Day, green pinstripe Number 20, Mark Spitzn Jersey, ooh-wee, with the matching New Era fitted White boys say my style is bitchin Keeping coke in the kitchen Keep a Glock thatll shock and bring the rest Tucked underneath my Mitchell & Ness Im scramblin, handlin with a .45 cannon Its tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two-deep by Pelle Pelle Westside, holla, Felli Fel More Gs on me than a late-eighties Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan Old man with the gun in hand, I leave your blood squirtin No offense, Ill put your face on the chest Of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings I been fucking a hustle, married to a racket Since the first Air Jordans and Starter jackets I slept with a package, under mattress I carry guns heavy, speak easy Slight with the fighting words Ill put something hot through your motherfucking Iceberg Got a project chica named Rica She keep a purse full of dro, reefer Small baby-black gat tucked in her Baby Phat I rock some, roll chief sacks like Daddy Fat And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags , pimpin, we be poppin tags! And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags, pimpin, we be poppin tags! Pop tags in reverse, youll be needin a nurse Leave you laying on your back in a Cadillac hearse Now your mama in all-black with a matchin purse I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts Whats worse, you can hit the mall and ball til you fall Have to make a collect call cause your cell cut off Trot to the mailbox pecting a check but the mails run short No more MD, DD, LD That means "Movie Date," "Dinner Date," "Lunch Date," help me Please, my cheese is gone Long bread to the short bread, word is bond Meticulously pimp-ously serve the song Act a damn donkey like the pilgrims When they popped the tag on the Indians home Drop top rag-o with the wind going Chillin, bags in the trunk full of F.A.O. Schwartz for the chilens Spent a few shillings Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kidding A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and Can you pop the tags on the Honeycombs? Oh now, you acting mad Cause the money done slowed down, just a lil bit Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit Actin like a pitfall, bull-pit, dead game is the pulpit Leave a motherpumper with his "John Doe" toe-tag clipped Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin A miracle happenin Jay-Z, Killer Mike, and Big Boi rappin and rhymin and snappin Pop that tag on some of this game No politics, swallow and keep the change And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags , pimpin, we be poppin tags! And we gon stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we be poppin tags, pimpin, we be poppin tags!

Dirt and grime and filth inside The story of my lifetime Of cheating, stealing, never feeling Pain of a brother, your dirty mother Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are Southside! Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I feel so accomplished I done talked a lot of shit but I just did the numbers Herzog and Adidas, man you know they love it If Nike aint have Drizzy, man they wouldnt have nothin, woo! If Nike aint have Don C, man they wouldnt have nothin, ooh! But Im all for the family, tell em, "Get your money" Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, they line up for days Nike out here bad, they cant give shit away I stuck to my roots, Im like Jimmy Fallon I aint dropped the album but the shoes went platinum Every time I talk they say Im too aggressive I was out here spazzin, all yall get the message? On the field Im over-reckless, on my Odell Beckham 2020, Ima run the whole election, yah! Ive been trending years, yall a couple days Yeezy in the house and we just got appraised Nike, Nike treat employees just like slaves Gave LeBron a billi not to run away 10 thousand dollar fur for Nori, I just copped it Your baby daddy wont even take your daughter shoppin I done wore designers I wont wear again Make em niggas famous, they get arrogant Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman, ah! Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, this is pure luxury I give em grey poupon on a DJ Mustard, ah! If you aint poppin shit then why you rap for? Haaan? Plus Kimoji just shut down the app store, ah! And we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute Yeah, we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute, ah! Do anybody feel bad for Bill Cosby? Did he forget the names just like Steve Harvey? Tell Adidas that we need a million in production I done told yall, all I needed was the infrastructure Now we hottest in the streets, it aint no discussion James Harden, Swaggy P runnin up the budget Keep the work at my baby mamas mamas house Im a jerk, you need to work, you need to call my spouse Yeezy, Yeezy, take a picture with me on Rodeo Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I might do my own hotel Couches, couches, couches, couches, which one should I pick? I need extra deep, I like my bitches extra thick Every time I see the news, man it bring me home Call up DJ Mano, shout out Twilite Tone We just blessed to be alive, yeah aint that the truth? So lets celebrate the life of Timbuck2 Timbuck2, Timbuck2, Timbuck2 Timbuck2, Timbuck2 Timbuck2, Timbuck2 Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are

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Bom bom bom bom bom Last night I saw you in my dreams Now I cant wait to go to sleep Last night I saw you in my dreams Now I cant wait to go to sleep My mama, mama, mama I wanna scream so loud for you, cause Im so proud of you And let me tell you what Im about to do I know I act a fool but, I promise you Im goin back to school And I appreciate what you allowed for me and I I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold You fixed me up something that was good for my soul Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl? You work late nights just to keep on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike And you would give anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didnt give me no curl And you never put no man over me And I love you for that mommy cant you see? Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes Cuz somebody cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry As we knelt on the kitchen floor I said mommy Imma love you till you dont hurt no more And when Im older, you aint gotta work no more And Imma get you that mansion that we couldnt afford See youre, unbreakable, unmistakable Highly capable, lady thats makin loot A living legend too, just look at what heaven do Send us an angel, and I thank you Mama I wanna scream so loud for you, cause Im so proud of you And let me tell you what Im about to do Mama, you know I love you so, and Ill never let you go And I wrote this song just so you know that when you go Last night I saw you in my dreams Now I cant wait to go to sleep Last night I saw you in my dreams Now I cant wait to go to sleep My mama, mama, mama I wanna scream so loud for you, cause Im so proud of you And let me tell you what Im about to do I know I act a fool but, I promise you Im goin back to school And I appreciate what you allowed for me and I And this life is all a dream And my real life starts when I go to sleep My mama, mama, mama

Ayy, we go by The Runners I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy DJ Khaled, We The Best I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy Im goin in, Im goin in I do it for the hood, cause the hood told me I should I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy If you rep your hood, and you goin hard If they hatin on you, dont stress Tell them niggas that we the best I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy Fuck nigga, you cant stop this! Fuck the rest, we run this game, Kanye West, Khaled and Pain Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I wont let you get to me You should already figure Ima go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo yard Makin money aint shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am I will I gots to go You got another way to live, I gots to go hard I am gettin it in until the end I gotta go go go go I go the hardest, flow so retard Im disgusted with myself, I mean, ugh, where do I start? First I spin around and vomit, then I shit up on it Fuck the beat up so bad, wont nobody get up on it I flow sick, nigga how sick? Seasick Got your hand out, dont look at me bitch You lookin at who made me rich You lookin at who made me rich I had some wins, some losses Just a life of a God damn bosss With the top off, lookin for a girl With a ass as fat as Tracee Rosss This is dope as it get, dope as a motherfuckin acid trip Fly as fifty-seven passengers, this finna be another classic, bitch Everybody know I got it, if you want it then get at it But I aint gon have it, no, I aint gon have it Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I wont let you get to me You should already figure Ima go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo yard Makin money aint shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am I will I gots to go You got another way to live, I gots to go hard I am gettin it in until the end I gotta go go go go I aint ever been scurred Never been the type to bite my words When I came up, yall gave me shit Now Im finna make yall eat them turds Always said what the fuck I felt Go head, spit that murder I wrote Man I dont care bout what you felt Fuck you nigga, I know Im dope Felt like Im comin to get my all Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall Felt like niggas was stuntin on me Funny how Im flyer than them all Now Im at the top, aint nowhere to go now Instead of me, she gon go down Maybe I would have slowed down If I knew what I know now Im stupid, yeah I know Im dumb This could fuckin get old, well its good Im young Before my heart get cold as the hood Im from Tell me what it take to be number one I guess its gon be what its gon be But heres one thing yall got to hear Ima tell you like George Bush told me Fuck yall niggas, Im out of here Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I wont let you get to me You should already figure Ima go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo yard Makin money aint shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am I will I gots to go You got another way to live, I gots to go hard I am gettin it in until the end I gotta go go go go I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy Im going in, Im going in I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy I go hard for the hood, I go hard for the streets I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy I go hard for the ghetto, Kanye West, T-Pain, DJ Khaled I think its time for me to go hard as the hood Im from, ayy We The Best, we wont stop, we cant stop, We Global Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I wont let you get to me You should already figure Ima go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo yard Makin money aint shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am I will I gots to go You got another way to live, I gots to go hard I am gettin it in until the end I gotta go go go go

"There could never really be justice on stolen land Are you really for peace and equality? Or when my car is hooked up, know you wanna follow me Your laws are minimal ‘Cause you wont even think about lookin at the real criminal This has got to cease ‘Cause we be getting hyped to the sound of the police Now heres one little truth, open your eye While youre checkin out the boom box, check out the exercise Take the word, Overseer, like a sample Repeat it very quickly in a crew, for example Overseer, overseer, overseer, overseer Officer, officer, officer, officer, yeah Officer from overseer You need a little clarity? Check out the similarity The overseer rode around the plantation The officer is off, patrollin all the nation The overseer could stop you from what youre doing The officer will pull you over just when hes pursuin The overseer had the right to get ill And if you fought back, he had the right to kill The officer has the right to arrest And if you fight back, hell put a hole in your chest Woop, they both ride horses "After four hundred years," says KRS-One I have no choices Blood of the Lamb Can I hear me a little bit louder? They will overcome The Devil is usin you, confusin you Our job is to understand who is who Righteous indignation in this nation We gon start a revolution in this basement And at the end of the day, its truly blessings Yall had your statistics and all them goofy questions Yall had your fake leaders, dont worry, we got it And plus its only twenty-one days to break a habit Momma, I need you to tuck me in I done made some mistakes and they rubbed it in I know you and grandma had enough for them Why I gotta be so stubborn then? Im doin this one for yall So we could end racism once and for all How many prisons they gon make? Watch the safe One hand wash the other, both hands wash the face

Well be brothers forever What happens to one of us happens to us together And well be brothers forever Well be brothers forever Well be brothers forever We shouldve lit cigars, when your baby was born Shouldve shouted you out and dedicated a song I can say I was wrong, I can take the blame Cause brothers dont always have to share the same name We met when we was young, I forgot the grade When last one to base was a rotten egg Since then I done good and rotten things So I could tell you one thing As soon as I cut the grass low Its easier to see the assholes So Im sorry for all the miscues How about I admit that I miss you I miss the fam and our brotherhood I just wanna make sure that my brothers good So I aint embarrassed or above Flying out to Paris for a hug Or picking up the phone just to call up Picking up the phone hope its all love Cause Jesus taught us love, so did Moses and Mohammed So nothing so atomic that we cant agree to drop it, chop it Peace it up and get it poppin And bury the hatchet so we can lock in Why dont you still have him on the line? Well be brothers forever What happens to one of us happens to us together And well be brothers forever Well be brothers forever Well be brothers forever I wish I had a PA system for all the brothers we love For the ones that was missing but joined the cut where we from See how the DA did em, when they was hustling drugs And that was in the city of brotherly love See brothers are amused by other brothers reps But it takes a real one to keep the other in check So this fraternitys for eternity And every rhyme I write is 25 to life Every dime I wife thought I was Brian McKnight And my homies said that you should shine your light And the groupies gave us the time of our life And I think about those times when Im flying a flight And I knew wed reconnect when the timing was right Man, I aint spoke to you in like forever Maybe its time we put the band back together Well be brothers forever What happens to one of us happens to us together And well be brothers forever Well be brothers forever Well be brothers forever Brothers forever Brothers forever Well be brothers forever Brothers forever, brothers forever

La, la, la, la 8732 thats the way it go Wait til I get my money right Kanye and Jizzle, say it aint so If I had a billion dollars Yeah, Id spend all in a day, show these niggas how to play Top floor penthouse, Ill show them where I stay Grand piano, might learn to play Paid a hundred grand just to walk past it every day You know I like them white keys on it Duct tape when we wrap them, call me prejudice Cause I never touch the black ones Let me show how to do this, shawty! I hit the strip club and I blew bout forty Patron got me so confused Until I stumbled outside and I made the news Fresh nine piece, yeah them wings is cajun Never seen me in the kitchen nigga, I am amazing Well, fuck it Im rich then If balling is a crime, fuck it Im hit then If thugging is a term, fuck it Im it then The insane dough, hey, fuck it Im sick then Somebody call me a shrink Until then, Imma fix me a drink Top down in the Bent, Im so intoxicated Sometimes I think to myself "Goddamn, I made it" And I know they hate it On the all night flight Trying to get my money right, wassup? La La La La Wait till I get my money right La La La La Then you cant tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, is you saying something? Uh uh, you cant tell me nothing You cant tell me nothing Uh uh, you cant tell me nothing Yeah, homie this a theme song First I get my money right, then I get my team on If I always prayed to have gleam on $300 jeans on, do that mean I dream wrong? And I was high as a Leer Jet Fly as the insect, even though we in debt And it dont matter if I get her number cause When I get my money right she gon come running And Ill be good like "God" with an extra "o" God knows that my check needs some extra 0s And you know that you need to bring some extra hoes Not in jogging pants either, tell them wear some sexy clothes Now my game so professional And my chain so fresh, they go Right after the fame did you gain anything? Damn Ye, would you change anything? But Id copped more pink polos and pop those collars Misery love company, her nickname Sorrow My Benz need company, her nickname Tahoe “Wait til I get my money” everybodys motto So Imma need a bravo for everything that I wrote Yeah, hey, mama they cant hate him Cause after all of the drama, K slayed them La La La La Wait till I get my money right La La La La Then you cant tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, is you saying something? Uh uh, you cant tell me nothing You cant tell me nothing Uh uh, you cant tell me nothing Wait till I get my money right Then you cant tell me nothing, right? Why were you late? (Yeah! HA HA! Yeah! You know Im serious, nigga! I got money!) Oh oh oh oh oh Good money made! Oh oh oh oh oh Good money made! Why were you late? Oh oh oh oh oh Good money made!

"That was the warm up, that was the warm up, baby Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and Im up outta here One, yup, yeah." Lord, please forgive me for my sinning I ain’t saying that I’m finished, but I’m praying in advance Cause the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants Yeah, ball game I swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans when a nigga took the chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fucking thing I had with me Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cooking up crack But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor’s But mastered this rap shit You hear the words coming from my lips bastards I never crack, I got that Chapstick I practiced till that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter Now where’s the ladder? Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though ‘Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral We never tattle, let God handle that Or let the mob handle that No Soprano, half black, half white; I’m a piano I’m an animal, my video on Discovery Channel I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease to exist Like a beach in a tsunami, youll find me in the ‘Ville In the state of NC Bitch, if I ain’t back home, I’m up in NYC ‘Bout that money prob-ly like a fucking robbery But I ain’t jacking I’m chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slacking I’m chasing dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slacking Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga, no hacking on my shit I’m straight smacking niggas, straight tagging niggas Yo, I freestyle and fuck you niggas, ya’ll be wilding and I’m out

Uhh, hell yea man, hm, oh fuck yeah When Im not at home beating my shit to death Im listening to The Madd Rappers album This is Ken Kaniff and Im still mad as hell Fuck you Im crazy with this razor, with this razor, Im crazy With this crazor Im razy, razor crazed, Im crazy! Go bring Jay-Z! On Dres beats Ran in the ladies room naked in a blanket At the banquet and started to spank it Came in the bank with a tank, fired a blank at the clerk And handcuffed her ankles to the safe and thanked her But I didnt take nothing Every bullet came from the same gun, just from different angles Cause I was picking strange places to aim from *Crash* pay me Psyche! No bread, fucked up in the head Shot my girl and my sister cause I caught them in bed Im a crazy motherfucker, might shoot me a Fed Or I just might start a fistfight instead See as far as the dough go, I go loco See me pumpin gas at your local Sunoco Stuck off the hydro, mixed with cocoa Jump turn styles, then run from po-po Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy! Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy! Yo, yo, I wish Id been aborted, my pockets got a shortage Everything I wanna floss, I cant afford it Im trying to sell a O, my pops trying to snort it My daughters babysitter is about to be deported Im mad cause I still stand in line for clubs Mad cause my Rottweiler still shits on the rugs Feeling kinda crazy now, I just might flip out Slim Shady gave me shrooms and I might trip out, like (Eh.... Oh... Dude Yo, this shit is crazy... oohhhh..... This is incredible... ohhh....) Fuck that, Slim, keep that for yourself You a crazy white dude and you need some help Word! I got a beautiful wife, kids, and a gorgeous home What would make me jump in the tub with a cordless phone? Im straight vicious, I hit you with plates and dishes Leave you with eight stitches What, Im gay, cause I hate bitches? Slut, dont be nice to me, Ive had it with girls And Ill still be mad at the world even if it apologized to me Youre hearing the last thoughts of a man About to blow his fucking brains out Fall back with a blood stained blouse On top of his spouse, spread out on a blood stained couch In front of his kids that he just killed in the same house Im sicker than Boy George picturing Michael Jackson In little boys drawers shopping at toy stores Shady said it, Shady meant it, I stay demented Ill throw a stroller at you, with a baby in it Go ahead pull the plug, think I wont smack you I just dropped a fucking pill mom, dont vacuum Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy Life stinks, we dont give a fuck son, we crazy Tear up the clubs and do drugs, we crazy Fuck wild hoes and bust slugs, we crazy Madd Rapper is crazy, Slim Shady is crazy

Its hard to picture a nigga not getting money J. Cole living bummy? Hahaha that shit is funny I’m focused on that cash, I just laugh at them bastards Eligible bachelor, finna get my Bachelor’s And if this rap shit don’t work, I’m going for my Master’s Still scouting hoes on the first day of classes Keep up with the asses, keep up with the grades A nigga straight A’s like the Braves She got me in her dorm room, talking bout her room ain’t clean And she wanna fuck, but wait until her roommate leaves Now I could give a damn if her roommate seeing Cause if the girl get excited, she’s invited If its alright with you, yea, shit, then its alright with me If its alright with you baby girl, then its alright with me And if its alright with you shawty, then its alright with me Hey, and if its alright with you, then shit, its alright with me Yeah, uh, I hate to brag, well nah I don’t, the big man on campus I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga glances And if your ass is dumb you won’t even get a chance Cause I gotta chick in every class that give a nigga answers, yea And if I hit ya shorty, keep it on the low This shit just like high school, the people wanna know I see you haters mad, but I ain’t mad at y’all niggas We get ass like them basketball niggas, I’m ballin’ Got a sidekick so them hoes don’t be callin’ Hit me on aim, ay what’s your screen name? When I start typing in, a nigga’s got some mean game, yea And when I whip it out, shit she gonna think she seeing things, but Back in Carolina I miss home badly It’s funny hoes I couldn’t have is tryna bag me But I’m in the Jeep with this freaky ass Aggy She said she want it from the back, gladly If its alright with you, yea, shit, then its alright with me If its alright with you baby girl, then its alright with me And if its alright with you shawty, then its alright with me Hey and if its alright with you, then shit, its alright with me I’m skipping class just to get some ass, living fast And college with no sleep nigga, my jabs quick as Zabs So kill that old college gangsta shit we dont believe You mad cause your girl on Facebook poking me, so uh You know the G, I hit her up like “Hello Elle I see you looking right the other day, LOL So, what’s good with you?” She hit me right back like “Shit, what’s good with you?” You know I like that, so of course I write back Hit her with some nice chat Same night she in my room, lights off I strike that Yeah I put game right, but that’s your wife, nigga take her I bust then I kick her ass out to write a paper, yea A nigga doing homework, drinking like a fish It ain’t a weekend that I’m sober Fighting hangovers on my way to my internship And I forgot to study for my midterm, shit! Hahahaha, wooo! Ay, this is straight through, nigga No, no fucking, no double takes This is straight through the whole shit nigga Check it out man, tryna tell y’all niggas man College is a good look A real good look, my nigga For more reasons than one, man Know they try to keep us out of that shit though That shit like extra expensive I got scholarships though, so you know I’m not sweating that I feel for my niggas that couldn’t make it man Ay Mike we in there baby, haha Ay they can’t, they can’t keep us out the G my nigga, you know Then we all make it, nah, we ain’t all make it Shout out to my niggas, man All my niggas, yo Whether you graduated or not Whether you made it to college or not, nigga Fayettenam, yeah, yeah Class of 2007 man Holla at me I’m going to grad school though, you know?

I am Kanye West, and that feels really great, especially to say this year. I came here to present my new video, but before that, Ima talk. Now... Later tonight, "Famous" might lose to Beyoncé, but I cant be mad—Im always wishing for Beyoncé to win, so, you know! But for people to understand just how blessed we are. It was an expression of our now. Our fame right now. Us on the inside of the TV. You know, just to put... the audacity to put Anna Wintour right next to Donald Trump... I mean, like, I put Ray J in there, bruh! This is fame, bro! Like... I see you, Amber! My wife is a G, not a lot of peoples wives would let em say that! We came over in the same boat, now we all in the same bed. Well... maybe different boats, but you know. If you think about it, last week, it was 22 people murdered in Chicago. You know, like, people come to me like, "Man, thats right! Tell Taylor to..." Bro, like, I love all yall! Thats why I called her! So, I was speaking at the Art Institute last year and one kid came up to me and said, "Three of my friends died and I dont know if Im gonna be the next." And it has to... you know, you have to think like, you know when youre a senior and its like the last month and you just dont feel like doing anymore work? If you feel like youre seeing people dying right next to you, you might feel like whats the point? You know, like, life could be, like, start to feel worthless in a way. I know times for me, I sit down and talk to older, rich people, you know -- aka white -- and uh, they tell me, "Dont compare yourself to Steve Jobs, dont compare yourself to Walt Disney." And my friend Sekaya told me -- ayy, bruh, bruh! They tell me, "Dont compare yourself to these people," right? My friend Sekaya told me its three keys to keeping people impoverished: taking away their esteem, taking away their resources, and taking away their role models. My role models are Artists Merchants. Its less than 10 I can name in history. Truman, Ford, Hughes, Disney, Jobs, West Bro! Broooo! Tonight, were here to have fun. Im standing in front of my idol, Puff Daddy. Im standing in front of my wife, Kim Kardashian West. Im standing in front of the future, Chance The Rapper, 2 Chainz, Jaden Smith. Bro! We are undeniably the influence, the thought leaders. Im gonna play yall a piece of my art and I hope yall have a good time

Visual visual, JB Yo, Ye, what up? Raekwon You got stacks like the International House of Pancakes All alone, ready to phone me and your hand shakes Palms is wet, a dons regret Never to walk miles for love, I sit in the starters deck It just happened, I was floatin, you seen the captain? Blinked at me then I threw him my thinking cap Take her, then we could slide to Jamaica Shop for like a year or two, stop in Diego Its obvious, I want to see who your mami is We just friends so she cant Clyde, Bonnie this Fly walls, dinin in fly halls Come to the master suite, leave every piece in the master hall All my money tied in knots Stand over there, thats why I make it happen on blocks Brazil cut sweater, Audi leather Playin the field, tryin to out-slick Baretta You see my baby up and hit the road Where shes going? Thats what nobody knows I need to find her fore another man does I wouldnt want him to steal my love Im just tryna be cool, cool, cool Tryna be cool, what you expect me to do? Im just tryna find, find, find this sweet love of mine Im running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that Im not letting up Id give it all up for us, but itll never be enough I wont stop until I find my runaway love Last name West and my teeth diamonds She said "Yo, whats your occupation, crazy rhymin?" Listen to Wu-Tang, tryin suits on Accoutrements is Grey Poupon Stuntin in a high-top Louis, shorts is the Coogis Open up the door when you take her to the movies When you meet the parents, you tell De Niro Her boyfriend a zero, she need to cut the weirdo Next show, they gotta up the zeros Nobody rockin like this 16 years old The hard drums and the Wallys somethin that caught me Im tellin you what Wu-Tang taught me The young youth, rockin the gold tooth Pull up in a drop top, old school bumpin to "Cash Rules" No question, we the reason why the summers blazin Then say, "You lookin good, fly colored Asian" Raw, I give it to ya, no trivia She used to roll with my G-Unit like Olivia Til she caught me gettin numbers and hugs I guess thats the day she became a runaway love Im running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that Im not letting up Id give it all up for us, but itll never be enough I wont stop until I find my runaway love Why cant I find you, love of mine When youre standing in front of my face? Oh why, I must be blind? How did I let you get away? Hahah, yeah Leave it up to the most high, sittin in ghost fly Chillin with two of my brothers We both live on deck, baggin em on set This is how we roll independent, she a go, Ima go get Take that queen or shorty up We can live it up every month, baby girl, just call me up Wakin up, restin in cold sweats Thinkin of this , the videotapes, even the stress My mind is a terrible thing to waste No love lost, I know Im goin crazy, I cant floss Me, my lady, left my homies, its all baloney Just like rockin the old Ponys So when Im chillin, Im just lost, no more feelin I need my honey in my life, get that? Feel me? Take your time, Rae, Justin, yeah, you shine My runaway love didnt mind, come on Im running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that Im not letting up Id give it all up for us, but itll never be enough I wont stop until I find my runaway love Im running out of time, where is my runaway love? Searching low and high, know that Im not letting up Id give it all up for us, but itll never be enough I wont stop until I find my runaway love

Ah-ahem This something I did Something I can explain how to I cant speak for everybody, but, uh Man... There must be more good women than men, percentage-wise So her chance of having a husband just minimized Thats why a lot of girls claim they aint into guys And mess with other girls part time to improvise I knew she wasn’t bi, no, I seen it in her eyes But Im like any other guy, trying to get in her thighs She telling me about how black people should enterprise And Im like, if you dont get your ass in this ride from Enterprise That I rented yesterday and gotta have in by 5 With the gas fully filled up like I didnt drive Told her I had a girl, nah, fuck it, I didnt lie Told her this rap game is alright, Im just getting by She had a lil weed and we get a lil high And Im looking in her eyes and Im loving her vibe Told me back in 95 she fell in love with the Tribe Boo, back in 92, I was just like you Please, dont be confused by the ice and jewels Im like any other nigga, buy ice to stay cool Like any other nigga that claim they hate school And think, yeah, Frees banging but shes no Rachel We ball til we fall, hit the mall After we hit, dont call We fill your lives with nothing but lies And I would like to apologize But you cant stand right here And tell me everything is going to be alright Cause until the day a real man stands up Im going to have to improvise Was it something I did wrong? Yeah I know Im wrong Shes at home alone and Im always gone Hate it when she mad but more when she passive Now she on the internet looking for classes Out of state though, man that hurt, yo But I got work though, and Im at work, yo And she dont call a lot And when she do she pouring out her heart "You never listen to me," then the call drop... hmmm And I promised her everything Told her when I get a deal Ill get her a wedding ring But when I got my deal I was back in the ring Fighting my urges, strip club splurges Never had money so I felt like a virgin And Im trying to break the banks cherry Tryin to see can I afford Canaries With a Ferrari and a dinner date with Halle Berry Went from fifty gs to fifteen hundred in a week Now Im trying to call, one ring, two rings, seven rings Eight rings, er mother picked up the phone Like, "She in school and she dont stay here no more" I guess theres more good women than men percentage wise So her chance of having a husband just minimized I guess thats why she says she aint into guys And focus on school full-time to improvise We ball til we fall, hit the mall After we hit, dont call We fill your lives with nothing but lies And I would like to apologize No no, you cant stand right here And tell me everything is gonna be alright Cause until that real man stands up Im going to have to improvise

Its been a long ride, but I made it here with love I made it here with love, love Said Ive been and up and down and Ive been through it all Took a while to know my heart Oh, yes, it has, yeah Before a love like this, you go Through the fire and valley lows But if you just hold on Please hold on cause love is strong, itll save ya Oh, please hold on, itll save ya, save ya Truth can be the sweetest pain It can mess up everything Its the only way you know Im payin for it, Im changin for it Oh, oh, and it hurts But Ill make it work Cause Im no beginner Im a winner, paid dues, I know my purpose Thought theyd put my life on hold But I knew somethin they didnt know I know myself too much to ever fold Dark clouds, Im movin past you Oh, you gotta love yourself If you really wanna be with someone else You gotta feed yourself Before you feed somebody else You gotta stay open, and dont be foolish Cause everybody dont mean you well You gotta love yourself Before you love somebody else Yeah, gotta love yourself Uh, you know what Im sayin? I decided not to use my color as a handicap He a designer, artist, producer, and he rap Never found virtue from patience In a dark room just pacin Precious time is just wastin You do not know what we facin I cannot be complacent In my job, be courageous Another kid just got shot They cant find the assailant Made it out of the basement Made it out of the underground From a time where you outta town They might gun you down, blaow There goes another round, blaow There goes another round Came from this Chi and wow, look what the fuck they found A young legend, comin to shut the summer down You need to talk to me like you dont bring your mother round Oh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah If you really wanna be with someone else You gotta feed yourself Before you feed somebody else You gotta stay open, and dont be foolish Cause everybody dont mean you well You gotta love yourself You gotta love yourself Before you love somebody else I dont feel no ways tired Cant get restless in my soul Hold your heart, the world is cold Keep singin, dont you stop prayin, woman Yeah, it will come to pass Dont worry bout nothin God knows that youre worth it You deserve it, cant nothin else hurt you Thought theyd put my life on hold But I knew somethin they didnt know I know myself too much to ever fold Dark clouds are movin past you Oh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah If you really wanna be with someone else You gotta feed yourself Before you feed somebody else You gotta stay open, and dont be foolish Cause everybody dont mean you well You gotta love yourself You gotta love yourself Before you love somebody else Somebody else

Never would have made it Never would have made it without you You are the highlight of my life You are the sunshine in my night Oh how, oh how, oh, how do I Ever repay you Finally, I know what I want I learned from my mistakes and my heartbreaks The road to hell was paved with good intentions No matter which way you, no matter which way you take Never truly follow my heart Made a lot of decisions based on everyone but me But now, Im strong enough to let it go Im wise enough to take control My mama told me everything My mama told me everything I know You are the highlight of my life You are the sunshine in my night Oh how, oh how, oh, how do I Ever repay you Stand up, press forward, move on Dont cry, well make it through the night For sure You are the highlight of my life You are the sunshine in my night Oh how, oh how, oh, how do I Ever repay you Never would have made it Never would have made it without you Mommy? Yes? Move forward

Off the meds, off the head Niggas soft as bread, niggas soft as bread Stay off them blogs, they play with yall thoughts Made a way from my dawgs that aint say what they saw Only the brave, they want us locked in the cage If you owe me money, I shouldnt have to remind you to pay Vacheron with my Ralph Lauren How this bitch a full time leech and still beg on the side? Off the meds, cant get out of the bed Paparazzi waitin like that mall on the Dawn of the Dead I dont know you, my dawg, step away from the bus Know they want me to fall, but my balance is just You werent with me when them struggles and battles was tough So I cut your head off fore I give you a cut When they tell me I cant do it, it give me a rush Aint got this type of bank account less you 50 and up They on my muhfuckin dick, all this dirt they tryin get Go with whoever, I aint got no pick Come through just to get that flick Get back, go down New Rari, slow down Check the score, blow out Im a bull like the home town Yeezys on, Yeezy bomber, wear my own designer Name good, all my bridges open, go wherever, thats power She came from the club tryna fuck, bitch, get in the shower You a kid to me, boy, I prolly fucked your mama Hunnid Ms, you did that? Baddest chick in the world, you hit that? Took your bitch, you miss that? All the fake buyers, bitch, get back Yeah, get back, get back Hunnid rounds, no kickback Mansion party, lil kickback Champagne, gon sip that Get that, get back Hunnid rounds, no kickback Mansion party, lil kickback Fake vibes, we aint with that Look what they doin, look what they sayin "That nigga selfish, look at his mansion" Thirty thousand square feet, secret rooms, look at the plan Look at the money, look at the bands I get on my knees, Im thankin the man He said he aint like that nigga, I just seen him shakin his hand Im shakin my head, Im shakin my head You like that Benz? They made it in France But watch your hands, get back Get back, get back Hunnid rounds, no kickback Mansion party, lil kickback Fake vibes, we aint with that Champagne, gon sip that Hunnid rounds, no kickback All the fake vibes, I aint with that My life a mofo, spot like some UFO Price tag upon your soul, you sold it, you gotta go Trade my respect for some attention? Fuck no Lookin at these bitches bodies, girl, yall overdose Why yall overdose?

Maria hey, hey, Maria Maria, dont you hear me calling, Maria? Maria, girl you know you were the only one How was I supposed to know That it would cost my soul? Nothin is free, outchea I wanna breathe outchea And how am I supposed to face this lonely life Ive created? Is that the price that Im payin? I wanna feel it All my life, wouldnt give up Was too young to know the difference How did I get so low? When did I turn so cold Inside of my own mind, I believe my own lies Im facing the mirror Where, where, where is Maria? Why, why, why dont I see her? I, I just wanna see her Why, why, why dont I see her? I, I just need to see ya, Maria Now do you hear it in my voice? That Im tryna make a choice I dont know which way to go at this crossroads You duck taped my mouth shut Make me feel worthless, used up So tired of painting all this makeup Cause it wont hide my deep cuts Eyes open, but cant see Mouth open, but cant speak Im facing the mirror Where, where, where is Maria? Why, why, why dont I see her? I, I just wanna see her Where, where, where is Maria? Oh, I just wanna see ya, Maria Oh, my lord Can you take away this heavy load? I cant carry it anymore Im callin an angel, where is my saviour? Oh, my lord Can you take away this heavy load? I cant carry it anymore Im callin an angel, where is my saviour? Hear my plea for sympathy I just want you here with me Hear my plea for sympathy I just want you here with me Hear my plea for sympathy I just want you here with me Hear my plea for sympathy I just want you here with me You keep on running away Can you hear me callin? My whole world is fallin I cant see ya, oh, I need ya Can you hear me callin? My whole world is fallin I cant see ya, oh, I need ya Dont keep on runnin away Dont run away, dont run away, no Dont run away, dont run away, no Dont you keep on runnin from me Dont you keep on runnin from me Where, where, where is Maria? Dont run away, dont run away, no Dont run away, dont run away, no Where is Maria? You know I need ya Where is Maria?

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it Visions, dreams of passion And all the while I think of you Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like Im the king on the microphone So is Dr. J and Moses Malone The Fat Boys Its tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme thats right on time Its tricky, its tricky Tricky, tricky, tricky No sleep til Brooklyn Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A They all me Adam Yauch, but Im M.C.A Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Im going back to Cali To Cali, to Cali I dont think so Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin like they ought ta good There lived a lil boy who was misled By anotha lil boy and this is what he said Ahh, me so horny Me love you long time Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so whats the scenario Sawed off shotgun Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty Suckas get jumped La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom And a poom-poom Just shake your rump Dont know how you do the voodoo that you do So well its a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop With so much drama in the L-B-C Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I - somehow, some way Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Ya, ya, ya ya ya Woo-hah, got you all in check Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, cant you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess thats why they broke, and youre so paid Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Thats the anthem, get your damn hands up If you want to go and take a ride with me We 3-wheeling in the fo with the gold Ds Oh, why do I live this way Hey, must be the money I dont know what you heard about But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherwhat P-I-M-P They see me rolling They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Black and yellow, black and yellow Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Dont believe me, just watch Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up This is freaking awesome Look, Jimmy If you had, one shot Or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted In one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

How yall feeling tonight? Thank yall for coming out to this impromptu-type performance I just set up I love the energy in this city This is one of my hometowns, yall know I stayed out here, right? But I came here for the creativity more than anything, Because creativity fuels everything I hate business people People get on the phone with me and talk to me Like "What kind of business can he do though? What type of businnes are you doing? Whats the numbers? How much did you sell? Whats the radio spins? How much shampoo can you sell with your face on it and shit?" Remind me again why we in this shit? Can you remind me again why we in this shit? Make it even more mellow, make it just the chords Remind me again why we in this shit? Remind me again why we in this shit? Remind me again why we in this shit? I know its for more than just to get rich. Since when was making music about getting rich? Since when was making art about getting rich? I know its easy for me to say Because having moneys not everything and not having it is Remind me again why we in this shit? Remind me again why we in this shit? Remind me again why the Grammys could suck my dick? Remind me whos the original superfly And I got love for Hov but I aint fucking with that Suit and Tie Remind me again, remind me again why we in this shit? Remind me again, remind me again why we in this shit? Every nigga tryna get rich, Every rapper tryna get rich, And every rapper always rap about fucking somebody else bitch Remind me again why we in this shit? Remind me again why we in this shit? And why the Grammys can suck my dick Suck my dick And every motherfucking sponsor They tryna put they logos all over the concerts and shit For a meet and greet And you gotta meet the execs and they daughters And theyll show what they just bought her Real niggas dont live too long in this shit Real niggas dont live too long in this shit Real niggas dont live too long in this shit Real niggas dont live too long in this shit Real niggas dont live too long in this shit They say "Ayo, you coming on too strong in this bitch" They always talking about what Im doing wrong in this shit Well I can give a fuck everything I can give a fucking anything Remind me why we in this shit I lost my motherfucking momma So I can give a fuck about your comments I promise, I promise Cause we all gonna die one day But Imma live my life my way! Remind me why we in this shit, please Please, can I sell your drink for you, please "So, you can help me put on a better show please, corporations? Can you please support me? Please? Me, Kanye West. I swear I’m a nice nigga now I swear I’ll put the pink polo back on, I swear to you. Please. Just for 3 million I need it so bad. I need a pool in my backyard! So I’ll tell all my fans your shit is cool And if they believe in me, then they should also believe in you "‘Did we get the check yet? Hold on, I gotta call the business manager Did the corporations send the check? What is my public rating? Are people liking me again? Enough to get some money from the corporations? Are they liking me, is it ok now? They forgot about the whole Beyoncé thing, right? Ok, Cool. Is it ok now?" Remind me why we in this shit Remind me why we in this shit Cause we aint on no pile of shit Nigga Imma make my music from my heart And I live and I die by everything that I say And everything that I do And everything that make is what I believe to be true And if the shit dont make sense and sound like nonsense I dont give a fuck because that was my stream of conscious And thats the way I felt at that time And feelings was the only facts And racism and materialism is killing blacks And one more thing if I can ask One more thing if I can add Cause in this life, our life just moves to fast And time is somethng tht you can never get back Whats your quality of life? Whats your quality of life? And thats why I mean it when I say I hope you have a good time tonight I hope you have a good time tonight London, its Louise Wilsons birthday tonight An inspiration, not lead instruments Im the lead instrument, but hes background Happy birthday to Louise who taught Alexander McQueen My friend Louis Gold, Christopher King, Stella McCartney And Kanye West, even though she doesnt want me to put that on my resume But its still sometimes like theres no good ideas And no real ideas and nothing sincere left And everything has been so homogenized And its all big business and its no creativity But really we have the ability to have a human Utopia If we just helped each other If we just use our resources And stop tryna compete against each other And tryna beat each other And eat each other And maybe came together and tried to teach each other And reach each other And reach each other Maybe try to come together and love each other And love each other And love one another Maybe try to come together and love each other And love each other And love each other And love another And love each other And love each other And love each other And love another The way you love you love your mother man The way you should love your father man Yall dont really understand Cause this is our shit And is this our motherfucking clique Clique, clique clique Aint nobody fresher than my motherfucking clique Clique, clique, clique I said aint nobody fresher than my motherfucking clique Clique, clique, clique I said aint nobody fresher than my motherfucking clique

Okay Alright A nigga never learned to save I be ballin anyway God dont make no mistakes God dont make no mistakes A nigga never learned to save I be ballin anyway God dont make no mistakes This life is give-and-take Needed somethin wavy to get my point across I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss Look up at the scoreboard and tell you who took the loss Aim it at your Adams apple, turn it to apple sauce El captain turned Peter’s street into a Motorcross Last one with Def Jam but Im still goin off And it aint about my masters, Ivе been ownin mine Had a white friend mad at mе cause I know Farrakhan And you know this is a hit, Barry Bonds And my shawty gonna ride me like a Peloton Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield Dunk contest, jump over Lam and did a windmill They ask me how I feel, I told em, "Never better" Smokin on opp, I roll more Ls than Peli Peli I stay fly, yes Im fly, land on Mike Pence I do some stupid shit, dont let em dawg me like Mike Vick A nigga never learned to save I be ballin anyway God dont make no mistakes This life is give-and-take Dont let em make you feel a way Couldve freed more If they only knew that they was slaves Man, we gotta get away Man, your boy done caught a wave You should hear the way I say Talk, talk, talk to them people Man, yall dont even know the language Man, I aint finna do no lame shit This a yacht and thats a long way from a slave ship How they control our mind? How they control us though? How they get us so, what? So emotional? You think you Nat Turner, what you want the folks to know? When Larry Jackson called, they let Frank Ocean go Middle name Mandela I cant hear you, Helen Keller A felon can vote, spread the message, exhale accapella I still throw my diamond up, oh you still reppin Roc-A-Fella? Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up Woo, and I bet they feel a way Thirteen thousand acres, I dont know where to stay A nigga never learned to save I be ballin anyway God dont make no mistakes God dont make no mistakes A nigga never learned to save I be ballin anyway God dont make no mistakes This life is give-and-take

History Its happening every day, yall Right now Everyday Right now Good morning, Vietnam! Listen! Brooklyn wins again Its the Stuy, its the Bush, them niggas again Ta Kweli, Mighty Def, and S. Dot on the guest lock Kanye, youre the dopeman of hip-hop, now lets rock And roll out, niggas , my hometown niggas I get it good in your hood, so slow down, niggas Watch the speed, though, mind your pedal and ease off Or screech off into a collision course with these walls You dont move, dont pray, dont lose Dont sleep, life passing, light flashing, life happens That fast, part of done, Black hands up in prayer Black guns up in fear, dying wish is to touch the air Seekin heaven that wasnt here Eyes will not see another year, its another day Its the same fight, different round, sound the bell Mix it up in victory, you live it up, the beatll get risen up Youre knocked down, then get back and get it up Get off of Queer Street and get with us And get clear where we did it, from the heart, from the people From the top, from the Jeep, from the gut, from the street From my soul to the mic to the essence So in my absence, you feel the presence—exactly I make contact—for short, I MC Me and mine we dont just get by, we get free And thats ready Just to get by, nigga, I sold coke, nigga, I pushed lah Carried a four-five, claimed I was ready to die Promised never to cry, held it all inside Reality was too much to take, so I Kept my mind fried, slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes, then I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines, or blow up with rhymes ‘Cause this flow of mine is like blow up, but lines of coca And your folks think Hov just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, Im a poster from what happens seeing your moms Doing five dollars worth of work just to get a dime So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonalds Id rather pull a MAC on you Sorry, Ms. Jackson, but Im packin, bye! Yeah! Its somethin about that Nina Simone piano flow Its like a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote If music get ya choked up, this is the tree and the rope This is Chi, nigga, Im Mr. All-of-That Fuck a map, lets put this bitch on the almanac Dice, what they hittin for, Lacs what you sittin on Tracks who you spittin on, rap til we get it on And dont let nobody with the power to sign Ever tell you you aint got the power to rhyme They used to tell me, "Toughen up, put some bass in your voice!" They used to tell me, "Lighten up, put some Mase in your voice!" Lord willin I aint killed nobody But I have a feelin this album that Im gonna make a killin Or not a shilling, this is love-it-or-hate-it music But—at least we made it music And we didnt make it industry, this is gon be interesting Thisll be the end of me, or Im finna be an entity Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli We are not makin songs no more, were makin history This morning I woke up Feelin brand new, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smokin and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get , just to get Just to get , just to get , just to get get buh buh buh bye bye We keep it gangsta, say fo shizzle, fo sheezy Desensitized by the violence on the TV during the war Killin each other is easy, its pourin liquor for fallen niggas Believe me, its ghetto libation, seen it all before Just to get by, my people, we get fly My people, we get high, fillin cigars with the lah Nigga, come on! Even Jesus was stoned Before receivin the throne I send a rest in peace to Nina Simone Back in the days we was used to doin the shit I cant call it all in the streets We was hustlin fiends that asked for it I guess I was used to just standin on corners Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack Hopin the week was good, so I could get money back When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength That made me angry and bleed With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed Those be the times when I try to rely On my niggas and street mothafuckas And reach out to wifey, and then I place a call on my mother *Ayo, Mom, pick up the phone, I gotta to talk to you, Ma* If you was five percent instead of actin stupid and guessin You had to go and study your lessons And know your math in the building in session This morning I woke up Feelin brand new, I jumped up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smokin and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get , just to get Just to get , just to get Some people try, some people try Just to get by, for my piece of the pie We love to eat and get high We deceive when we lie And we keepin it fly – yo, yo, yo, yo, yo When people decice to keep a disguise Cant see your eyes, see the evil inside The best people you find Stronger people in mind I stay readin the signs

Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga They say your attitude determines your latitude Im high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker And still the motherfucker you love to hate But cant, because you love what I make Now aint that about a bitch And Imma talk shit until Im out of hits They dont want to turn they speakers up They claim I aint deep enough All that talkin I feed off of, keep it up Im relaxin, my feet is up Im leavin you haters like when Shaq left the Lakers Just to Heat it up I state the stats to stunt, I dont need to front Make Black history every day, I dont need a month The survey says, by the streets according Kanyes just important as Michael Jordan Was to the NBA when he was scorin Ralph Lauren was borin before I wore him and I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga Now some women hit the mall and some shop at the thrift store Some of em mix and match to make it look like they get more Some of yall know you wear a sixteen, squeezin into a six Damn, what you make them jeans rip for? I guess shes lookin for a man who Aint always gotta sit down cause he cant stand you Boo, this the jam to dance to While you givin me head like shampoo, come as you came Skip the name, I wont you What you do here stay here like Cancun Besides your breasts is augmented, I like things authentic Look at all my whips, theyre all vintage I got a loft with a view of the sea See I take some old shit and make it for me Pimp it out like Xzibit to the degree Why spend and arm and a leg? We can kick it for free, you see? I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga Now Che bustin and then hit em, fuck the cynicism Im quick to give yall niggas constructive criticism Like "Wait, you basically suck," his mother said "My son wanna rhyme!" Im like Maam, I dont agree with that decision Nothin against him, but if he step I gotta diss him I listen to that weak shit, all of it, I cant follow it Excuse me, Im wack-tose intolerant "I worked too hard to get my baby baller kit!" Nine to fives, had me blue collar poppin it Now Im in the club, and look who I get it poppin with Me and Ye go back like crew cuts He hook me up, as long as I dont ask him for too much But even he know Fest is layin it down Cause this is just an old beat he had layin around I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga I dont like it unless its You might see me in my whip With my bitch, pumpin my shit You dont like it, get off my dick, nigga

Yeah... Take yall back... to them school days, yeah Fayettenam, what up, man? We came a long way from stick and move Niggas skipping school, just to scrap over bullshit Nigga if you lose, its a wrap, them hoes clowning It goes down in the lunch room Im tryna spit this game nigga, fuck food Bust moves to the hallway My niggas posted on the wall, always Aint thinking about class, dog, my ass tryna parle If we had this shit our way We be standing here all day But look the principals coming, give pounds then we all escape All late to class with fake passes Living life in the fast lane, but aint passing They dreaming, tryna be the next Jay-Z and Dame Dashes I aint even open my book and its time to change classes Walk straight past my ex and dont speak Its all good, Ill probably have a new ex by next week I just think, the shit we did was silly, yo, I know that But what I wouldnt give to go back Yeah, back in the days when I was young, Im not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again Yeah, I sit and wish Yo I walk another nigga girl to her class with my hand on her ass If he say what up later, I just laugh Real sneaky, yo, gotta keep it low up in math Let my nigga read this real freaky note Kiki wrote, yeah Hooping up in P.E. you cant see me on this gym flo But damn Vanessa booty looking sick up in them gym shorts Uh, we bag em up, yall niggas gonna have to wait So they passing hate like, Damn I cant wait til they graduate. But some of my niggas will probably never make it The S.A.T. shit man I doubt they ever take it, cause Instead of tryna send a nigga to a tutor Them guidance counselors tryna introduce us to recruiters, its a set-up Momma cut the light on, time to get up Make sure the shirt matching the forces then I head out At the time I thought this shit was so whack But what I wouldnt give to go back Yeah, hey Yeah, back in the days when I was young, Im not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again Yeah, I sit and wish Im a little grown, but still reminisce Close your eyes nigga, you remember this? Friday night football game, something Ill forever miss After parties in the gym, grinding underneath the rim You forgot your school I.D? Fuck, nigga, you aint gettin in In the hallways acting like some hoodlums See that scrap? Naw, damn I always miss the good ones Them rumors spreading fast with that he say she say Twenty people on the phone cause everybody did three-way Man we played them girls for the fools, but Wasnt no ladies like them ladies from other schools Cause seeing them same old chicks got tired quick She was just fucking my boy, now she all on my dick, gossip, damn Another chick pregnant, another nigga gone I reminisce on all the chicks a nigga never bone Pardon me yall Im just flipping through some Kodaks Sitting, wishing I could go back Yeah, back in the days when I was young, Im not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Yeah, I sit and wish I was a kid again Yeah, I sit and wish Yeah, this shit is dedicated to all my niggas man R.J., Mike Shaw, Jim Brown, yeah B. Nasty, Big Joe, Smitty, whats good? Yeah Terry Sanford High School, E. Smith Class of 2003, thats me I know yall remember this

My bitch hot, like she D-ing up the spot My bitch hot, like she D-ing up the spot She AP and really eat a niggas watch My bitch hot, like she D-ing up the spot She keep a lit 16, a network of typers Fuck sellin the pipers to get the baby the diapers Call the bitch Swiffer cause all she know is swipers Fuck a rap nigga, but she dont need him to wife her Benz trucker, all your mans want to fuck her She get a nigga cleaned up too, you need a buffer? Travel out to them islands in Thailand She dont know if its Lanvin or Lanvin All she know, if its my hands, its pie hands All she want is the monograms and my bands Charcuteries New jewelries New taste levels, shit, she be schooling me I got a bitch thatll master your card Nice with the Visas, passports is art Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up Heads boppin, boop-bopty-boop-bop Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks? Bustin down watches Rental whips in the garages She dont trick, but she charges Lotta double Cs, double Gs New body parts, they double Ds The dual exhaust is double Vs You niggas talk, she fuckin me Her mother sayin she should be a nurse hurts But she just worry bout who got the purse first I tried to tell her, "Go to real estate school" She say, "Dont you see these fucking dealer plates, fool? You know the rush it is to know bitches hate you Cause they man is locked up but still laced you? And you know I need it twice, so it takes two Fendi cross-body, fanny pack beige blue I got a bitch thatll master your card Nice with the Visas, passports is art Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up Heads boppin, boop-bopty-boop-bop Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks? Bustin down watches Rental whips in the garages She dont trick but she charges My bitch hot, like she D-ing up the spot My bitch hot, like she D-ing up the spot She AP and really eat a niggas watch My bitch hot like she D-ing up the spot

We up in the Copacabana A good, bitch, you know I been better My hubby, my hubby so handsome I hold him ransom, I hold him ransom And then some I got a man, but aint got no manners I got a man, but aint got no manners I got a man, but aint got no manners, yeah Where are you hiding? I need- Where are you hiding? I need- We up in the Copacabana A good, bitch, you know I been better My hubby, my hubby so handsome I hold him ransom, I hold him ransom And then some I got a man, but aint got no manners I got a man, but aint got no manners I got a man, but aint got no manners, yeah Where are you hiding? I need-

Yea We fresh off-mutherfuckin South Beach Yea, uh Sometimes play the villain, sometimes play the hero Sometimes I be Dilla, sometimes I be Preemo Sometimes I be feeling, I got a big ego Other times a nigga swim around like Nemo Uh, small fish in a big ass pond Pushed around like a mower on a big ass lawn I get my weight up, inflate up And make these old niggas open the gate up At the mansions that they laid up in Like, "Hello my name is Cole" - Im walking right up in and well known Dont give a fuck it you gon hate it man, hey fellow Either you follow me or swallow me bitch And I done hit to many hoes to ever pause that shit Now since I just seen my face up in the XXL A few chicks want to text "lets chill"-how obvious Girls from all over the world is my hobby And I got a chick who stay in DC like a lobbyist My old chick from Raleigh that I still like to parley with Just to hear that accent, now come and get that back bent The moans turn to screams, I can feel her climaxing Now if you faking that baby you need to try acting Hollywood shit, had a nigga feeling like the milkman Deliver that through the body good dick Feeling like I got game that Karate couldnt kick Therefore Im bagging things that you probably wouldnt get, what up Im a talk until you tell me shut up Uh, and we can walk the beach until the sun up Huh, I aint gon lie Im trynna get some cut up Ay, so what up Hey, you heard that huh? Oh you aint heard of me well I prefer that Uh, I text my number to you did you get that? Huh, well when you lonely baby you can hit back And Ill fix that Tell me is you with that, hey Ay tell me is you with that Ay tell em is you with that Yea, ay baby is you with that? Yea

Yeezy, Ne-Yo, the remix ayo I think its time to hit em with the Mase flow My uh, she was gettin the best of me But oooh, child, you my destiny And I know its especially Hard with all these girls just testing me Uh, and you gon question me If she even stand next to me But you should laugh, cause you my better half And these girls just fighting over the rest of me Right now it feels so crazy I know she just some lady And my outfit is just so 80s Not to mention McLaren Mercedes And the 26 in-inch rim whee-eels Look so good with your 6-inch heels Fly shit that you be on Gucci on, Lanvin, Louboutin And we high as the way we cruising on High like I, like Mercury Why do I mention the solar system? Cause, you in my soul and system And we gon take her home with this one I got something that you gon like You got something that I cant fight We got something that we both gon ride And I know this much is true Baby, you have become my addiction, Im so strung out on you I can barely move but I like it And its all because of you And its all because of you And its all because of you And its all because... Never get enough Shes the sweetest drug Think of it every second, I cant get nothing done Only concern is the next time, Im gonna get me some Know I should stay away from, cause its no good for me I try and try but my obsession wont let me leave I got a problem and I dont know what to do about it Even if I did, I dont know if I would quit but I doubt it Im taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true Baby, you have become my addiction, Im so strung out on you I can barely move but I like it And its all because of you And its all because of you And its all because of you And its all because... Never get enough Shes the sweetest drug Aint no doubt, so strung out Aint no doubt, so strung out Over you, over you, over you Because of you And its all because of you Never get enough Shes the sweetest drug, shes the sweetest drug

Uh, ah, fuck it, we all poor Even if you got money, still lookin for more Why am I buyin Rollies? I got 20 for sure Still connect witchu, its still hid in the drawer With no Js on, Im still lookin to score You see they gave us crack, then started wagin a war Uh, all these lies, they steady tellin me Before Obama, we had Eric B. Or Tony Lewis out in D.C. The 80s kingpins, gotta free them All these faces, they aint believe in If no childs left, then how can we leave them? When love is gone, you hold onto anything Some do wrong, just to feel anything But when the void is filled, you stand up to anything When love is real, you can do anything Uh, I do it for my big Benz drivers For my street-corner survivors For my niggas that miss The Wire And throwback mamis, that wont retire Reminiscin on the days When the trips was Cancún and the bottles got sprayed You cant relate cause you wasnt there Nah, you wasnt hot, let me make it clear Y’all was breakin into cars, we was breakin bad When y’all was fightin dogs, we was racin Jags This the life for the fast Aint no future, aint no past, we wont worry bout the crash, uh Now its jail poses and club pictures Airbrush backdrops and jail visits This the dope boy song for the dope boys gone Let em know its still snowin When loves withdrawn, you hold onto anything Some do wrong, they have to do anything But when the void is filled, you stand up to anything When love is real You can do anything Im speakin to the soul of my black native bros Who aint get to go to school like a J. Cole Who aint have a silver spoon or a bankroll Who werent taught the golden rule, but they made do Free lunches and apple juices, uh Food stamps, ashamed to use em You ever lived with the user? Shared a bed with abusers, thats the worst way to lose em New plan, but its a new day Black people past their due date Settin the captives free in a new way Im coming home, Im coming home, Im coming home Im coming home, Im coming home, Im coming home Its a new day, Black people past their due date Settin the captives free, in a new way Said its not over, its not over Yes, its just started, its just started When love is strong, you can do anything Things go wrong, but youll stand up to anything Cause when the void is filled, you can do anything When the love is real, you can do anything

Its your boy Max Biggavel We wavy, wavy baby, on the wave, oww! Why I always do that? Cause I had this over my head So I said I figure you know If I gotta go to trial, probably just go trial At least I know a nigga out there holding it down, you know what Im saying? We was a part of something together my nigga You killin them, number one Like he real wavey right now new records Its no secret You get the coke wave listenin to him Keep the jams on the radio Macaroni & Cheese Im telling them I already know how its gonna go down You feel me? Nothin No evil used against us shall prosper Who God blessed, no man cursed And they say Haan! It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line Getting shot up, then he got up Came back then he lit the spot up Homie hit the chart up Moroccan boy, you sloppy boy 3 chains on, I be Rocky boy Packs out the lobby boy Nigga you can read on, East Tremont Franks, got my feet on With money I can lean on Canary chain cold but still keep the heat on Your bitch with the raccoon vest, Peter Pete on Catch me at the game, hard wood where my feet on Lookin for an actress on my wood I could skeet on Mansion on the other hand, live from the mother land 2 straps on, east side, we aint rumbling Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for? Alfred Hitchcock, two fear fist fight Caught a nigga slippin for his chain and his wrist watch Murder was the case that they gave me, I can’t believe my boo bout to have my baby Fuck, you outta luck, Mercedes truck Pull up, distance, shoot better than Miller Ducking from the narcs, Elsmere Crotona park Out of control, now a nigga gon control the market Shoot outs and move out, ask the brick layers Now Im floor seats, talkin to the bench players Tell Mike Bibby, it’s my city Leave the game, hit green house, me and Diddy Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line Murder Cold blooded murder Cold blooded murder My money on the line It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for It’s what ya all been waitin for, ain’t it? What people payin paper for?

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop The rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test, I’m rappin to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes Humpty Dumpty fell down that’s his hard time Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick But Jam Master cut faster Jack’s on Jay’s Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A., and me – Mike D We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do me baby Do the Humpty Hump Watch me do the Humpty Hump One, two, three, and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door California Love It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hanging pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I push my seed in her bush for life It’s gonna work because I’m pushing it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock n... Hi, my name is My name is My name is Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Soulja boy off in this ho Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then super man that ho Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Now watch me yuuuuuuu Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha So live your life You steady chasin’ that paper, gotta-- Take my money, when I’m in need Yeah, she’s a trifling, friend indeed Oh, shes a gold digger, way over town That digs on me Yeah, I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in TriBeCa Right next to DeNiro, but I’ll be hood forever Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York, New York, New York I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

Zane Lowe: Grab a seat, grab a seat. So, you remember this place? Graduation? I was also thinking about some of the other things weve done as well with the BBC, like Abbey Road sprung to mind with the strings. Kanye West: Oh yeah. That was good. That suit was like, I wouldve worn something different if I could look back right now. I could still do a suit, I just wouldnt have done that exact lapel situation. ZL: But talk about really putting yourself on the line with that. That was so early on for you to be stepping in a room with that many players and to give yourself that objective. What are your thoughts when you think back about Abbey Road, where...its just nuts. KW: I thought it was good. I thought it was what I was supposed to do at that time. If I see something, if I see an opportunity, Im gonna go for it. Were all gonna die one day. ZL: Yeah, thats true. KW: So live like that. Live like you could die tomorrow. Go for it. Those steps have been the platforms that allowed me to make it this far. ZL: And you have, man, and youre here. Six original albums of your own, a Throne record, various records with G.O.O.D. Music to talk about. But seriously, man, Yeezus. Bravo, dude. I mean, that is one of the most creative records of any genre Ive heard in a very, very long time, and just in terms of your output, your most exciting-sounding record, I think. KW: Oh, thank you very much. Yeah, I feel I was able to start making exactly what was in my mind again, not having to speak with the textures of the time. Cause, you know, Cruel Summer is definitely Kanye West, and theres something weird and kind of off about "Mercy," like when it has the high-pitched , that type of sound. It sounds like art still a little bit, even though it obviously was a radio smash. But when I get into the idea, the trap drums and things like that, certain songs that are blatant radio hits, its like Im speaking with todays textures. If you look at it 200 years from now, its not going to stand out in the way that 808s or Yeezus stands out, and can completely push or redefine or make people say, hey, I completely hate that, or I completely love that, but let me just think differently. Because everybody is bound to these -- no pun intended -- theyre bound to sixteen bars or eight bars, and the normal radio thing. I was talking to Frank Ocean about this, and said, my mom got arrested for the sit-ins, and now were more like the sit-outs. Like, sit off of radio, and say, hey radio, come to us. We need to find something new, because its being controlled in a way, and manufactured in a way, that really awesome artists can make amazing music and not break as far past as, like, something thats very formulaic. ZL: So it almost feels like a duty to you in a weird way? Having the peoples ear, having peoples attention for great music, to be able to say, well, if Im not challenging them enough, Im not challenging myself, not challenging radio, what am I doing? KW: Yeah. Im not trying to regurgitate myself. I showed people that I understand how to make perfect. Dark Fantasy could be considered to be perfect. I know how to make perfect. But thats not what Im here to do. Im here to crack the pavement and make new grounds, sonically and society, culturally. ZL: Youve done that with Yeezus. Its fascinating for us to sit here and talk about this record now, because normally when I talk to artists about records of this nature, its in the lead-up to something. So were all kind of playing a guessing game, you know what I mean? You could tell me what you think of the record, but Im trying to find my way around it, the audience probably wont have heard it. In this case, its been out for a minute, so we can reflect on it with the benefit of hindsight, too. Youve seen what everyone else has had to say about this record, both good and bad. But Im fascinated to know, today, how you would describe Yeezus, as someone who made it. How you would describe that record. KW: I just think that Im a production person, Im a product guy, Im a producer. So if Im working on a John Legend album, Im gonna try to give John Legend the best home for him to stay in. And Im gonna try to push Pusha T -- no pun intended once again, this keeps happening to me -- to make the thing that represents what I like about his music the most. And then for me as Kanye West, I gotta fuck shit up. ZL: And you did, dude, seriously. From the minute it starts. I mean, seriously. . Its disgusting. So youre up in the loft probably at this point, and youre kicking around ideas, and youre putting things together, and this sound comes into your head, and youre like, this is what Im looking for? KW: Nah. This is me going to the studio with Thomas and Guy-Manuel, whos Daft Punk. They had a synthesizer the size of that wall right there. This is just one session right here. This beat was originally like 14 minutes long, and that part in the beginning was something we completely just distorted, and I ended up making that the intro. ZL: You know, I got a beef with you over this track. Its too short! I wanted more out of it. Cause its one of the best beats on the record for me, and it feels like youre just getting warmed up. Was that kind of deliberate, to pull back after only a couple of verses and go, you know what, were going to get on with the album now? KW: Nah, its just what I felt, like it should be. ZL: Just a dance thing. KW: And you know, originally "Blood on the Leaves" was supposed to be first. ZL: Wow. KW: Which, psychologically, I know would have changed certain Yeezus naysayers about the album. It wasnt that time for me. I didnt want to come up there and perform. A lot of times, music can be presented as a service position. But I wanted to take a more aggressive approach with music. You know, people go on a vacation and say, you got the drugs, you got the music, you got the wine? Its in that territory. But I wanted to speak up and say, okay, so my voice is only compressed to express myself artistically through music. Its the only place where I actually have a deal, so I can only consistently make things in music. So Im gonna take music and Im gonna try to make it three-dimensional, like on Star Wars and the hologramll pop up out of R2D2. Im gonna try to make something that jumps up and affects you, in a good or bad way. Whether its, Im going into a scream in the middle of the track because thats just the way I feel. But Im not here to make easy listening, easy programmable music. ZL: No. Youre so off the reservation on this album in the best possible way. Like you talked about, the way you use your voice in different ways, you dont rely on conventional rhyming flows. Your opening line, "Yeezus season approaching," you know? "A monsters awoken." Youre laying it out there, this isnt My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy part 2. Im wilding out on this record, straight away. . And then from nowhere as well, we just get treated to these wonderful moments where, like you say, its almost like a collage. Like youre sitting here going, you know, why cant I go into this? Why not? KW: You can. ZL: And you did. KW: Thats how life is. Its like a car crash. You could just be driving, and just out of nowhere it happens. ZL: At what point did that very deliberate feel to the record, whereby breaks come in and join this really discordant electronic moments and everything seems to exist in this very contradictory but it works kind of way, at what point did that start to take shape? Because it is very omnipresent through the record as a whole, the way it flips between one and the other. Was that in your head early on, or did that come towards the end when you started to reduce the record? KW: Well, I didnt reduce it. Rick Rubin reduced it. Hes not a producer, hes a reducer. . ZL: But was it always part of the process for you, to say, why dont I take elements of this and this and just bolt it together? KW: Yeah. Its just the way I was consuming information in my life at the time. Negative information to positive information, from the Internet, just going to the Louvre, going to furniture exhibits and understanding that, trying to open up and do interviews like this, learning more about architecture. Taking one thousand meetings, attempting to get backing to do clothing and different things like that. Getting no headway whatsoever. It was just that level of frustration. This is what frustration fucking sounds like. This is what frustration sounds like. For me, as Kanye West, I would not be Kanye West if it wasnt for Michael Jackson. I was with Quincy Jones a couple days ago at John Legends wedding. Quincy was telling me, it wasnt just Mike, but these guys broke down the barriers. Of course you know Michael Jackson, he had to fight to get his video played because he was black. This is Michael Jackson. Michael Jacksons not even black, hes Michael Jackson -- you know what I mean? Hes so crazy, how can he even be classified as this black artist? So for me, in my life and creativity its been challenging and everything. But I was able to ascend to massive heights because of the foundation that my mother and my father and my grandfather laid through civil rights, what Michael Jackson did with music videos and the ground he broke. There would be no Kanye West if it wasnt for Michael Jackson - that allowed him to be that, right? Now lets take people who have issues with me as Kanye West. They classify my motivational speeches as rants - like "Why is he saying that? Why is he doing that?" Well Ive reached a point in my life where my Truman Show boat has hit the painting. And Ive got to a point that Michael Jackson did not break down. I have reached the glass ceiling - as a creative person, as a celebrity. When I say that it means I want to do product. I am a product person. Not just clothing but water bottle design, architecture, everything that you could think about. And Ive been at it for 10 years, and I look around and I say, "Hey wait a second - theres no one around here in this space that looks like me." And if they are, theyre quiet as fuck! So that means - wait a second - now were seriously in a Civil Rights movement. Like people used to joke about - remember our South Park photo - remember how funny that was? Do you think there would be a Givenchy in the hood if it wasnt for that South Park photo. But no one thinks about that - no one thinks about the names I got called for wearing tight jeans. ZL: You reference that in the record, you talk about that. "No ones liked him since hes been wearing tight jeans." Everybody knows you brought back real rap. I mean you reference that in the record. KW: Im saying yall had all that, but I brought real rap back. Im going to do dope things. And I wanna take this opportunity to speak to something, because I go to Hypebeast sometimes to look at the new things thatre coming out. And every time my name goes up, theres a series of people who write just negative comments - they wanna joke around and say, "Why is he still trying? Why is he doing this?" They like diss me as a person for trying. Now mind you, Ive brought 10 years of product that has added to humanity. And now, what they dont realize when I say "Hey this is Pusha T, this is what it is" I have to remind Pusha T that hes Pusha T. Because the radio, if theyre not playing a song of his that has an R&B hook on it or works at a certain level of trap tempo and plays in clubs, its like we forget about that Clipse album that meant everything. And the reason why I relate it to design and what we do in design is saying thats the music that us as creatives that wanted to get into design - we looked at Clipse as the gods, and this is our soundtrack to creativity. And its not a trap beat that comes in on that soundtrack to creativity. No knock to trap, cause I did "Cant Tell Me Nothing" - I like it. But its been commercialized to the point where - and Im not mentioning no names - but people used to use the term "R&B nigga" but then it was "rappers." But then rappers didnt wanna be no R&B nigga. Now the rappers is the new R&B niggas! The rappers the new radio! Like wheres the culture at? Where is the culture at? So then I scream - and Im sitting in the middle of it - whether Im at a dinner with Anna Wintour, or Im at a listening session with Pusha, or me and Virgil are in Rome giving designs to Fendi over and over and gettin our designs knocked down. Brought the leather jogging pants 6 years ago to Fendi, and they said no. How many motherfuckers you done seen with a leather jogging pant? Meaning when I see Hedi Slimane and its all like, "OK this is my take on the world" - yeah he got some nice $5,000 jeans in there, some nice ones here and there, some good shit here and there. But we culture. Rap the new rock n roll! We culture! Rap is the new rock n roll! We the rock stars! ZL: Its been like that now for a minute. KW: Its been like that for a minute, Hedi Slimane! Its been like that for a minute. We the real rock stars, and Im the biggest of all of em. Im the number one rock star on the planet. CLICK HERE FOR PART

Man, I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I dont blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know Good God! Midwest coast back, nigga And dont say nigga unless of course you black, nigga Free country, they say that shit in Tennessee Cause I got all their white daughters drinkin Hennessy Imma go to Sals with some niggas on the wall I might go to Oz, take some niggas off the wall Got the key to the city, the streets on lock Tryna take em to the top, they say Chanos so involved I know, King Dolo, 3rd, even the group solo Its been that way since my shirt had two Polos We the kids theyll keep in the back Im in love with my city, bitch I sleep in my hat Im a free agent, go and do the math Underdog of underground, Tubman with the path They ask about the help and all I do is laugh I say God my only boss, even Moses had a staff You know Children of Jah Children of Jah Children of Jah, put your hands up

Go ahead roll it up and pass it round Cause latelys been a whole lot of bullshit going down A lot of soldiers aint make it through this year So lets just celebrate that we still here and Oh, never leave me alone Tell em holla at ya boy, and cause Ill be comin home Ill be comin home, oh, never leave me alone Tell em holla at ya boyyy and cause Ill be comin home Ill be coming home My homie called me like what up man Not from Florida but what up fam Its been a whole lot of hatin again And if they hatin on me damn what up then I met this girl when I was 3 years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She said "Excuse me little homey, I know you dont know me But, my name is Windy and I like to blow trees" And from that point I never blow her off Niggas come from out of town, I like to show her off They like to act tough, she like to tow em off And make em straighten up they hat cos she know they soft And when I grew up she showed me how to go downtown In the nighttime, her face lit up, so astoundin I told her in my heart is where shell always be She never mess with entertainers cause they always leave She said "It felt like they walked and drove on me Knew I was gang affiliated, got on TV and told on me" I guess thats why last winter she got so cold on me She said "Ye, keep making that platinum and gold for me!" But if you really cared for her Then you woulda never hit the airport and followed ya dreams Sometimes I still talk to her, but when I talk to her It always seem like she talkin bout me She said, "You left ya kids, and they just like you They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you But they just not you, and I just got through Talkin bout, what niggas tryin to do, just not new" Now everybody got the game figured out all wrong I guess you never know what you got till its gone I guess thats why Im here and I cant come back home And guess when I heard that? When I was back home In the interviews Im representin you makin you proud Shoot for the stars so if you fall you land on the clouds Jump in the crowds, spark ya lighters and wave em around If you dont know by now, Im talkin about Chi-Town Go ahead roll it up and pass it round Cause latelys been a whole lot of bullshit going down A lot of soldiers aint make it through this year So lets just celebrate that we still here and Oh, never leave me alone Tell em holla at ya boy, and cause Ill be comin home Ill be comin home, oh, never leave me alone Tell em holla at ya boyyy and cause Ill be comin home Ill be coming home

Live from America Yasiin, Yasiin, yall seen N.I.P, sing it Poor so hard, my clean clothes look grimy, pretty women dont mind me So whats fifty grand to a young nigga like me? More than my annual salary Poor so hard, this shit crazy, walk outside the whole world hate me Nervous stares at the thoroughfare, surveillance cameras, police tracing Poor so hard, this shit weird, we be home and still be scared Theres grief here, theres peace here, easy and hard to be here Psycho, liable to turn Michael, take your pick, Myers, Myers, Myers, same shit Poor so hard, got holey socks, dope block on my stove top Jumbotrons for astronauts, high in orbit off planet rock, say Poor so hard, this chopper too, we starving Marvin, you hot food Theres birds of prey, no escape, open-air prison, local zoo Poor so hard, who getting faded? Little Maurice in the sixth grade No mama, no father, role model the dope game, say Poor so hard, bitch behave, standing behind the deuce-deuce-trey Ice-cold, heat blow, closed casket, cold case Poor so hard, that shit cray These young bloods is looking scary at the mall They wearing pants, you can still see they drawers They rob a nigga in the bathroom stall They took his life cause he aint want to take it off Poor so hard, that shit cray, aint it, Bey? Diabetics, fish filet Poor so hard, your house so cold, nigga, it aint spring Every winter landlord fuckin with my heat again Bougie girl, grab your hand, show you how to do this ghetto dance Fuck your French, we aint in France, Im just saying Prince Williams aint do it right, if you ask me If I was him, Id put some black up in my family Fake Gucci, my nigga, fake Louis, my killa Real drugs, my dealer, who the fuck is Margiela? Doctors say Im the illest, I aint got no insurance Its them niggas in poorest, be them rebel guerillas, huh I dont worry, I tell you I am a man who believed that I died 20 years ago And I live like a man who is dead already I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything To the kings and queens and everyone in every place, yo Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne Dont get caught up in no throne Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall As it was written before, amen, so it goes on Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne Dont get caught up in no throne These devils out here lying, acting like the people aint dying We silver and they gold, aint never saved a soul Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne Dont get caught up in no throne Signs through the earth and through the heavens, lunar, solar eclipses We seeking for forgiveness and safety for our children Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne Dont get caught up in no throne, Allah is in control

That old fashioned word Its a word called love Called looooove Called looo-oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-ove Oh, this must be the way the nigga Pac felt when he made Me Against the World, All Eyez on Me Yall niggas got me feelin like all eyes on me, me against the world Mmm, yall got me on my shit Thought niggas would appreciate what I did to this game Being that Im flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood Come from the same hood you come from We share basically the same stories Thought niggas would appreciate what I came and did Since ninety-six, every year Something must be seriously wrong with the world I know yall aint hating Dont tell me niggas is hating Uhh, nah, you know what I think? I think... Think yall lost your mind Yall got me on my shit Raw, rough and rugged, when addressing the mass public My attitude is fuck it cause motherfuckers love it Got a chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas And fuck being famous, I came to get the butters I came from the gutter, my success in this game Is sort of like Pro-jectic Justice A payment for brushes with police officers A peace offering from the Gods for the streets I was tossed in Til Im deceased in a coffin Ima be a beast on these beats releasing early and often Please, your disdain for the brothers aint gon change the numbers Its the strengthening of chain among us Please we aint afraid of none of yas; who want it with us? Aint nuttin changed since the ninety-six summer, cmon Yeah Uh, uh, uh Yeah! You know what I think? They say success breeds envy I guess its just the penalty of leadership I guess Im what niggas wanna be and shit Or niggas just bored wanna be in shit Fore they get to rappin, start believing it, think they Ali and shit I roll with the punches so I survive I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side Im back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise They try to take me out the game but Is alive Its like a old Negro spiritual, but I mastered Tobey With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga You bastards know me, the one and only Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely You need Jesus in your life Its either that or yall gon make me Put the double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga Jealousy is a weak emotion, man Cmon man, be stronger than that.. you know what I think? Youll be alright though Au contraire, nigga, I am here cause I earned this shit By riding out when niggas had learners permit We bring then knives out or we let them burners spit I bring them pies out if niggas wanna burn the strip Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out Turn your six, I laid back in the Maybach Nigga this the payback, I know you bitch niggas from way back Niggas wanna clown, but the pound, it dont play that Get yourself found drowned where the lake at Run up on em notoriously, take that, take that And then we coming where your wake at Eight maniac cats strapped with gats, you can hate that Face facts, fake rap cats Cant take back what I took back to the Brook, look Some people hate Some people hate Some people kill their brothers I think theyve lost their minds And Im hung up.. ohh..

Lost and, beat up Dancin, down there I found you, somewhere out Round round there, right right there Lost and beat up Down there, dancin I found you, somewhere out Right down there, right round there Lost and, found now Turned out, our new love Daddy, found out How you turned out, how you turned out If mama knew now How you turned out, you too wild You too wild, you too wild You too wild, I need you now I do, love you Found you, found you Right now, right now Right now, right now If your mama, knew how You turned out, you too wild You too wild, you too wild You too wild, and I need you now Lost and found now Cry, Im not sorry Cry, who needs sorry when theres Hennessey? Dont fool yourself Your eyes dont lie, youre much too good to be true Dont fire fight Yeah I feel you burning, everythings burning Dont fly too high Your wings might melt, youre much too good to be true Im just bad for you Im just bad, bad, bad for you Dont fool yourself Your eyes dont lie, youre much too good to be true Dont fire fight Yeah I feel you burning, everythings burning Dont fly too high Your wings might melt, youre much too good to be true Im just bad for you Im just bad, bad, bad for you Im just bad, bad, bad for you I was lost and beat up Turned out, burned up You found me, through a heartache Didnt know me, you were drawn in I was lost and beat up I was warm flesh, unseasoned You found me, in your gaze I found you, oh Jesus I was too wild, I was too wild I was too wild, I was too wild I was too wild, I was too wild And I need you now Lost in my doubt You gotta let me know if I could be your Joseph Only tell you real shit, thats the tea, no sip Dont trip, dont trip, that pussy slippery, no whip We aint trippin on shit, we just sippin on this Just forget the whole shit, we could laugh about nothin I impregnate your mind, lets have a baby without fuckin, yo I know its corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know its corny niggas you wish you could unswallow I know its corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know its corny niggas you wish you could unswallow I know its corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know its corny niggas you wish you could unswallow You tried to play nice, everybody just took advantage You left your fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich I said baby what if you was clubbin Thuggin, hustlin before you met your husband? Then I said, "What if Mary was in the club When she met Joseph around hella thugs? Cover Nori in lambs wool We surrounded by the fuckin wolves" "What if Mary was in the club Fore she met Joseph with no love? Cover Saint in lambs wool We surrounded by the fuckin wolves"

We can make it better We can make it better We can make it better We can make it Somebody told me Deltas brown-skinned, AKAs light-skinned And they supposed to be bougie, so they got white friends First day of school, Ima take you sight seein Show you what we do on weekends for excitement She said, "I know what you about to say, like your hypeman" Last year, a nigga hit her, and now she only date white men And if a nigga even wave at her, its frightenin, but We can make it better We can make it better We can make it better We can make it The night fallin over Brooklyn where they murder for change The converter remains faithful to the drug dealer priestess He in search of the word of fame, you heard of the name Kweli the truth like Im comin out the mouths of babes One foot in and one foot out the grave Niggas want they reparations Hw you calculate the amount to be paid? You try to imagine America without the slaves We can make it better We can make it better We can make it better We can make it Her tenement, yo, is rat infested Her heart is like a gold bullion because she went and protested Cause her best friends man got popped He was sixteen years old, the cop thought his phone was a Glock In the hood is an everyday happenin In front of the precinct, she chews out the captain She yells out, "Why yall do this to black men?" Cmon Uh We can make it better We can make it better We can make it better We can make it I think of eighty-seven ways to make better days Whether crime or rhyme, I heard the rebel pays On the scene, tryin to get green like everglades The music, ridin it good like Escalades In the ghetto infested by shade and drama And niggas wit thangs aint afraid of karma Im thinkin big like Lil Wayne and Tha Carterss that- We can make it better We can make it better We can make it better We can make it Cmon, look Tell people the truth, but never give em your true thoughts Terrorism on blacks, they poison our Newports Patriot Act in effect, make it hard to breathe now Johnnie Cochran dead, who gonna get us "Us free" now? Clinton aint in office, who gon give us shit free now? Who gon make it better for the thugs in the penal? Who gon make it good for old folks thats senile? Oh, its G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, dawg, I see now We can make it better We can make it better We can make it better We can make it Breaking up, its so very hard Breaking up, its so very hard Breaking up, its so very hard Breaking up

Let me get more volume Nah, nah Louder than my voice Roll some, think I’ll roll some To know some, if we both honest Who lasts? Yeah, you lie Spent the whole summer Tryna be at the wrong place at the right time But I know whats mine when I see it I know, I know, I know when I see it Riding down the 405, baby Pacing, thinking, to myself If I should make it right When I pulled up to the light And then my phone started ringing Diamonds in the colors of those eyes Don’t know why, but I know a sign when I see it

Ayo CyHi what the fuck bro? Weve been waiting for your damn album for years man What the fuck is Kanye doing How about you get the fuck up and get something done Drop that shit If I were you Id stop being a little bitch Grab an AK, load that shit up, get out there and drag Kanyes ass out Shake me down, not a lot of people left around Who knows now, softly laying on the ground Hey Ye, do you know what it feel like To really be signed to you in real life? Have you ever wrote a song And you know you about to say something wrong but you still right? I hope when Im done that we still tight But why wasnt I on the cover of the Complex? You mustve seen what I did to Funk Flex Ya Sean my nigga but Im coming after Sean next Sit the fuck down Mr. West, I aint done yet While youre in your little Lambo on Sunset Im riding with a gun next to me And it sounds like a little boy playing with a drum set And it hold a hundred rounds Cause when you come around niggas quick to gun you down Youll be found on the other side of town somewhere, nigga Get the fuck up In my life I have seen people walk into the sea Just to find memories plagued by constant misery Their eyes cast down fixed upon the ground Their eyes cast down fixed upon the ground In my life Welcome to Def Jam OK, everybody on the fucking floor You and you by the double doors That was three shots and it holds 15 So that means I got a dozen more Now that everybodys on one accord Ima tell you what Im coming for I want a new million dollar deal on my pub In the pretty brick house like the Commodores Oh now everybodys getting kidnapped Take you back to your crib while your kids nap And if your wife walk in, start screaming in my ear Then the bitch is getting bitch slapped Ima make it look like a mishap Cut the TV on so they wont hear this shit clap And Ive got two guns, they gon think its suicide Cause you shot yourself with this strap Cause nobody want to listen to the kid rap OK, my nigga Pusha shit snap Nah Im lying man that shits crap OK, Teyana got a fat ass But she wont let nobody in the clique tap And there aint gon be no new Yeezy album Cause he in the the trunk with his mouth taped and his wrists wrapped *mumbling* Shut the fuck up nigga! Shut the fuck up! In my life I have seen people walk into the sea Just to find memories plagued by constant misery Their eyes cast down fixed upon the ground Their eyes cast down fixed upon the ground In my life *Alarm blaring*

Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Ooh, child, things will get brighter Said its my year, know it’s my year, my year Can we fly, yeah? We can fly, yeah, high yeah Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah In the sky, yeah, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah We just fly, yeah , we just fly yeah, fly yeah Build a city, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah Oh, its always lovely in your company, Ill be Oh, it’s always lovely in your company, Ill leave you lonely Oh, its always lovely in your company, Ill be Oh, its always lovely in your company Said its my year, know its my year, my year Can we fly, yeah? We can fly, yeah, high, yeah Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah Said its my year, know it’s my year, my year Out of the body, uh, jewelry is gaudy, um Serious society, my spirit is Godly I’m buildin a buildin’ where children can lobby So we can make billions from buildin a hobby I really fly private just, me and a pilot Im runnin for presi’, um, "deez nuts" on the ballot, yeah Bein exotic, my genes is robotic They bought us like slaves and uh, sold us like product I bought a factory, pickin the cotton Bought a factory, sent em to college He made it already with nothin to lose And free attitude with nothin to prove We goin crazy, I got the juice Playin them dead to get out the noose I dont read your point-of-views I cant hear you at this altitude And they steady sayin that Im brute I be rude if I dont come beat the shit out you And if we die, yeah, then we die, yeah, ah, yeah We can fly, yeah, we can fly, yeah, ah, yeah In the night, yeah, in the night, yeah, ah, yeah In the night, in the night Oh, no, its always lovely in your company In the night, serenity all in the city Oh, its always lovely in your company Leave me alone in the night when Im all in the city In the sky, yeah, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah We just fly, yeah, we just fly yeah, fly, yeah Build a city in the sky, yeah, the sky, yeah Just, were building in the sky A world for you and I Let those angels in me fly Ooh, were building in the sky A brand new world for you and I Let the angels in me fly Oh, I hope I never fall weary Help me levitate my pain Oh, good heaven, sing to me, to me Let me outsoar my faith Let me outlast the shame At the same time, dont change a thing, a thing Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh

Mmmmhmmmmm, mmmhmmmhmmm FYI, I havent smoked one ounce of weed today Thats wild, right? Yeah, I figured that out People talk shit about me Deep down, they knowing they aint right Hmmm, when I walk into the room, they cant look in my eyes When I walk into the room, they cant look in my eyes People talk shit about me and they know that I know And they also knowing they aint right Hmmm, when I walk in the room, they cant look in my eyes Cause when I walk in the room, they cant look in my eyes I be laughing at you niggas, Taunting you niggas Who the winner of this shit? Surrounded by fake niggas and fake bitches Tryna get in my ear What about gold diggers? Yeah, all them You Tryna get them some gig Give me coochie from the gooch Set your sights too low Hah, you coulda had you some lean I got someone, na, na I aint never met a bitch, aint a bitch aint need 10 Gs Hah, I aint ever met a fool full of somethin that aint out for me Well I know, na,na One day youll see, one day youll see me People talk shit about me Deep down, they knowing they aint right Hmmm, when I walk into the room, they cant look in my eyes When I walk into the room, they cant look in my eyes People talk shit about me and they know that I know And they also knowing they aint right Hmmm, when I walk in the room, they cant look in my eyes Cause when I walk in the room, they cant look in my eyes Uh, rejuvenated, recreated, rebooted, in a new program Prada calf’s, black skinnies, T and hoody Call me black muscle brand, GQ mustachin’ I’m in LA Soaking up the sun and I’m laughing, what can I say? I love the way the fans say they love me I know it’s all because my God above me But damn I’m feeling like Sam Except my daddy ain’t stuck up no video game Things changed, for the good He watched my back until the world started knowin’ my name This should be in the Bible Middle finger up to the people who don’t like you Who have no valid reason to say they never liked you We don’t give a fuck, fam So what?! We never liked you niggas anyway Pardon my wizard talk, but I’m elevated No drank, no tree and I’m levitated I got my own empire, I’m the baby I ain’t taking care of nobody but my daughter and my mom Places to go cause I need to build a travel log I travel while you jake niggas run a blog Now run along, I got some shit that needs posting While I’m winnin’ livin’ life, skippin’ grinnin’ on em All hail King Wizard in the fuckin’ house Been chill for a minute quiet as a mouse Now I got the juice, call me Bishop when you see me round I be showin’ love, showin’ love baby, dap and pound Yeah, mmmmhmmmmm People talk shit about me Deep down, they knowing they aint right Hmmm, when I walk into the room, they cant look in my eyes When I walk into the room, they cant look in my eyes People talk shit about me and they know that I know And they also knowing they aint right Hmmm, when I walk in the room, they cant look in my eyes Cause when I walk in the room, they cant look in my eyes Hoo! You know what you did Hoo, hoo! You know what you did to me, babe Hoo, hoo! You know what you did, you know what you did You know what you did to me, babe Hoo, hoo, hoo! Hee-hee-hee You know what you did to me, babe You know what you did, you know what you did to me, babe Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo! You know what you did, you know what you did to me, babe Hoo! You know what you, you know what you did You know what you did to me, babe Hoo, hoo!

Yeah, Im taking niggas lunch money Too bad, I was fucking hungry Real niggas dont notice you Im the only dope boy quotable Mami tryna land a Sinatra So she dont fuck niggas with Apple Watches Cause Rolex shopping is more exciting Shout out to dope boy lit sixteen swipers Howard homecoming kingpins Movie on my neck with the screen gems Me and my nigga havin bottle wars 40 thousand on the floor when them bottles pour A Blu Ray to your DVD You mightve caught me on TMZ Cameo tryna sue a nigga Cause I party hard like its three of me Americas still abusing us And 9/11 is the Ku Klux So why wouldnt I fire back When every day them niggas shooting us? True enough, Im out of line You better stand for something fore you out of time This is crime by design If the crown aint mine, tell me who am I behind Yeah, Im taking niggas lunch money Too bad, I was fucking hungry Real niggas dont notice you Im the only dope boy quotable Poppy get me everything I want Riding round with Miguel Cotto in the trunk What Im cooking in the kitchen, niggas Bobby Brown, New Edition, niggas What Im wearing in this blizzard, nigga Mink, leather or its lizard, nigga Saint Laurent, Im in all layers The mannequin to you ballplayers Shout out my Mac 11 monster Grew up on Nintendo playing Contra And though that nigga only 59" 100 bodies on his timeline Whats the price of success? Lost my bitch, bought a chef The 911 cost 211 Watch looking like a jewelers heaven Hottest 7, Im so alive Your bank account Swiss, nigga, so is mine This is crime by design If the crown aint mine, tell me who am I behind Yeah, Im taking niggas lunch money Too bad, I was fucking hungry Real niggas dont notice you Im the only dope boy quotable

"Til the Casket Drops!" Third times the charm right? Hahaha! Come on Im kinda like a big deal Its unbelievable, you see my warning gives you big chills The flow running on BIGs heels My life after death, BIG aint get to see how this feels Third times the charm, baby After two classics, another stripe up on my arm baby Its a blessing to blow a hundred thou in a recession With no second guessin Ha-ha, were ballin, drop tops were floorin Champagne were pourin, Re-Up is the gang and Im all in To the powder and the flame I have fallen Get money, blow money is my calling Yuugh! Watch a nigga burn through it Lifes a maze, you twist and you turn through it The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it Im set straight like a perm do it, Push They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us How you count our money? We aint even finished counting Pardon me, I must say, Im kinda like a big deal Ayo, Im sitting on top of the, its more than a feeling, aint it? I be killing, damn it, Im illin, Im illin, ay-ay-ay-ay Meet Mr. Popular, go get your binoculars And see "Penthouse 3" where a nigga be Spitting fire on a PJ, in my PJs Fire Marshall said I took it to the max like TJ Yall aint peep, I said Marshalls, replay I guess Im like the black Marshall meets Jay Meet Ye, alligator souffle, got it made Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed You know the pretty ones in that dumb class But she got that dumb ass Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast "What happened, Tisha? Your boyfriend come fast?" Turn around, give me pound like we folks "Hell no, I went raw, dawg, three strokes" They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us How you count our money? We aint even finished counting Pardon me, I must say, Im kinda like a big deal Lights, cameras, action! The chain itselfs a damn distraction You claim the belt, the glory I bask in Im B. Hop in the ring, niggas, you cash in Its like stopping a train, nigga think hes stopping my reign Talk slick while dropping my name? Im putting yall to shame, diamonds in the little hand 50 percent splits, I X out the middleman A far cry from a stash in the rental van Im the reason the hood need a dental plan Ladies and gentlemen, introducing The C-4S with the rims protruding The roof vamoose, like a magic show Got me looking to the heavens like a javelin throw Yall twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe But just as you reap, so shall you sow They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us How you count our money? We aint even finished counting Pardon me, I must say, Im kinda like a big deal

I wanna see whats under therrrrrrrre...baby Whos that peekin in my window? Uh, you should let some more skin show And if one of these websites get the info Wii can work it out, no Nintendo I just hit Alt + Tab Switchin in between two convos I should just call cabs And bring em both here to the condo Yeah, normally it aint a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection So I pray that we never lose a connection Cause I remember Stacy, she prolly hate me She used to threaten she had a man to replace me She talk that shit, I just hit the escape key And then she get mad and wanna go and erase me And I remember Amy, she used to AIM me She stayed up late, and used to blame me She said Im too wild, she wanna tame me I told her even Photoshop couldnt change me But you-you-you, you got me open girl, why lie? We aint even tryna settle, so why try? End the night with a kiss and a bye bye No strings attatched, your love is so Wi-Fi I love it, girl The way you bring your light into this room Uh, I love it, girl The way your legs ?light up? when theyre in them shoes, ohhh I love it, girl The way your lips looks after you apply the gloss Ah, I love it, girl, girl You look right in the screen then take it o-off, off My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, GIRL, girl My homies never see you But I always got you right here for me Tucked, in my Louis computer bag Wherever you are, I could be I type you a message full of Xs and Os You shoot me a video and then upload Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent One day Ill have your ass up in this kitchen My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, GIRL, girl {Kanye West} Baby, not a day goes byyyy... Without you on my miiiind... Donna Karan underweaaaaar... Baby, I wanna see whats under therrrre... {Its easy, look lemme explain..} When you take the picture, cut off your face And cover up the tattoo by the waist Let the MC Serch til I reach 3rd base And when I get home Ima hit home plate Wait, could this be considered our first date? "Ye, the picture just looks so trash" Your body make a baller spend cooked coke cash Plus every good girl wanna go bad In Playboy mags like Stacey Dash Or Kim Kardashian, be a lady aaaaat, it You know whats a crazy thing? Some girlsll make you wait longer than A.C. Green Passion of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin Thats disrespectful baby, dont encourage him I like em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Persian Dashiki, kimono, or turban They say I dress white, but my swag so urban Tryin my luck, I hit her with the text say "Baby you up," Question mark And she respond, "YES-S-S-I-R" My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, GIRL, girl I aint lyin, no no I aint cheatin, no no I aint lyin, uh no I aint lyin, no no I aint lyin, no no I aint cheatin, no no I aint lyin, no no {fades}

Im tryna know what the future holds, hey But it aint for you to know I treat my self like the usual, yeah But it aint for you to know My vision clear, never losin hope But it aint for you to know I tell myself like usual But it aint for you to know Sometimes I gotta be dolo alone, just walkin round Yeah, young Gerald, young Charlie Brown Some shit is better to keep to yourself than say aloud Some shit you see and they dont, so I simply jot it down It was written, had the vision as a youth that I would make it here one day A flight to the top, cop a one-way But looking out the window on the subway, 16 slapping Mac Dre Somehow I always knew itd be that way I felt this so clear its like a rode a time machine and I saw it I paint the picture and draw it, I fold it up in my wallet Keep it with me everywhere I go just as a reminder Told myself every time I get discouraged or tired I got greatness inside of me, I go against the greats til they tired of me Ive heard it all, nothing surprises me See Im the one, Im the anomaly But never mind me, Ill just be up over here killing em quietly You know? Im tryna know what the future holds, hey But it aint for you to know I treat my self like the usual, yeah But it aint for you to know My vision clear, never losin hope But it aint for you to know I tell my self like usual But it aint for you to know Yeah, and I heard em say Nothings ever promised, tomorrow or today From the Bay, like 40 and Dre So Ima do it in a major way I said, I heard em say Nothings ever promised, tomorrow or today From the Bay, like 40 and Dre Chasing dreams, its the only way Im still here, remember these lyrics And when Im dead and gone, Ill be there in spirit Dont let em run my name in the mud, dont let em smear it Just pour some Rossi out, go ahead and tear it One of a kind, no copy Tell your grandchildrens children bout me Tell em I was the illest Let em know I spit the realest Went from pennies and nickels to large amounts Kept it in the hood, where it counts Never was them, always was him Had to prove myself time and time again Just when they thought it was it He back with another hit We brought the Bay to the rest of the world E-40 and Gerald Im tryna know what the future holds, hey But it aint for you to know I treat my self like the usual, yeah But it aint for you to know My vision clear, never losin hope But it aint for you to know I tell my self like usual But it aint for you to know So where I go from here? I did the most you could possibly pack into a year Now I can either fall off and completely disappear Or, I can move up to the highest tier Conversations with Gerald, standing in front the mirror Ask myself like "Fuck the bullshit, what you really fear?" We all want to be understood, hope they hear us clear Well, that shit never happens everywhere Yeah, so I just do me on my "fuck the world" shit Im riding through the town listening to Earls shit Been trying to lift the Bay up, I could probably curl it I learn from the legends, they tell me, "Youre it" So I always maintain and try to stay sane But, just do you, give a fuck what they sayin We artists are all alike, we feel the same pain You want the whole world, you want the same thing Im tryna know what the future holds, hey But it aint for you to know I treat my self like the usual, yeah But it aint for you to know My vision clear, never losin hope But it aint for you to know I tell myself like usual But it aint for you to know But it aint for you to know But it aint for you to know My vision clear, never losin hope But it aint for you to know But it aint for you to know

They gossiping, it runs the city They dont know who watchin them when they comin to get me So I hit the block and bend, do about sixty And I put my Glocks to them, like blaow, blaow, blaow Im finna get on this TV and put shit down I aint finna let these light skinned niggas come back in style Im finna turn this class clown shit to crazy Gs They told my Momma I was bipolar, had A.D.D I told em w-what I wanna do, I wanna be a baller The dream spoilersll fool ya Hating on you to their mans on the corners Old folks said hed never make it off the corner They are the virus that corrupts the soul They are the cubic zirconia inside the ten-karat gold That get green on you, when you get green on em You gotta wash your hands of em, get clean on em Somebody told me success is the best revenge So they gon be fucked up when you do your thing on em Now hold your plaques high, like who wouldve thought? And tell em *ahem ahem ahem*, thank you for your no support They are the dream killers, they the dream killers Who know a dream? Uh, they are the dream They the dream killers, they the dream killers Dream, they are the dream Now how you going to talk about the way I spend my money? Everybody say it with me now, its my money And they know they hating, but what they dont know is They are my motivation, they are my inspiration Cause we the leaders and they the followers And we the nut busters and they the swallowers They are the rumors, they are the lies We are the shit, dog, and they the flies How you gonna tell me how to live my life? And you cant even get your own shit tight, right? They are the misery that loves company Cause that comfortable corporate job cant comfort me Told em I finished school, then I started my own business They said, "Oh you graduated?" Nah, I decided I was finished Chasing yall dreams and what you got planned Now I spit it so hot, you got tanned And they hate on your relationship then break your marriage up Cant kill your dreams so they assassinate your character Do anything to downplay you or embarrass you Come around with you but they aint down with you They the dream killers And Im through spitting these rappers my most heartfelt flow Cause they be like, "Thats cool, you got some beats for me though?" Oh, I get it, you want to be Snoop and Dr. Dre But dont nobody give a fuck what you got to say Anyway, what you finna rap about? You never sold crack out your house or put a gat to a mouth Or put your fist to your spouse, so how you gon move the crowd? I bet a thousand that you get booed out I even heard that they even taking wagers in jail They bet ten boxes of cigarettes that Im finna fail Second you talk about peace, they gon be like, "Peace?" This nigga came from the Chi, moved to the East You gotta kill at least one person at least Or well evict you from the rap game, cancel your lease How you go to New York? What, you aint never took a tour there? What, you aint know you gotta be rich just to be poor there? The dream killers They gossiping, it runs the city They dont know who watchin them when they comin to get me So I hit the block and bend, do about sixty And I put my Glocks to them, like blaow, blaow, blaow

Yeah yeah its a brand new day yall Turn me up in the top a little bit dog I want you to know, I want you to hear this one Loud and clear, bright and early Listen I dont hate players, I dont love the game Im the shot clock, way above the game To be point blank with you, motherfuck the game I got all this work on me, I aint come for play You can show the little shorties how you pump and fake But dog, not to Def, Im not impressed Im not amused, Im not confused, Im not the dude Grown man business, I am not in school Put your hand down youngin, this is not for you On my J.O. with beats by Kan-ye yo My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll Style fresh like Im still a day old And its been like that since the day 0 On more time than a Roley or Seiko Step on deck, your neck do what I say so Get up or get out, get down or lay low Standing in the shadow of a fabulous man Brooklyn nigga I am, Black Dante That nigga, that dude Black People, Lets Move Shout out to my man Talib Kweli, yes We on top-a top-a, shout-a shout-a Check it out Slim nigga to cast a big shadow Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow Got more skill, more aim, and more ammo You can get it all from a big or small barrel Like, hail Mary, full of grace Niggas come in and shoot up the place And make you pull up your face The deck, Ima pull out the ace From the jungles of the empire state Where it aint no escape, 247, 718 And thats like every night, every day From the place that I settle and stay To the states, Im collecting my pay Blast off then Im back to the K Hold it down so my family straight Represent in a family way Proball not for amateur play Been raw since the amateur stage Before the press had the cameras raised Like a long time man of the way You understanding me straight Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence Its what it is, its what it is And thats what it is, you see? Ha, Fire.. Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper Stronger reception and sharper picture Revolve around God, and involve with niggas These elements help evolve my scripture And make Mos Def a classic martyr figure Brooklyn it dont matter if you holler or whisper Youre coming through clear, cause Im right here witcha Aint gotta edit your slang, I got it, I get ya Yo, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggas Rebel guerrillas to ghetto civilians Yall gon feel it from the first to the millionth Its extra, ordinary and plain I walked a thousand paces of light ahead of the game By the time that you get where Im standing, Ill be gone Yall make moves, but yall just move wrong I move in, and yall must move on Cause Im molto strong And I know what my feet move for Make it go without a brand new car I was fresh without a brand new song Dont give a fuck about what brand you are Im concerned what type of man you are What your principles and standards are You understand me yall Be good to your family yall No matter where your families are Cause everybody need family yall Raise a hand, you understand me yall Everybody need family yall Be good to your families dog Understand, no matter where your families are Everybody need family, dog Raise your hand, you understand me pa Thats what it is, thats my man Family of my family Pencil Pete My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls All of those who still in the struggle Assata, Mumia, Sundiata, my man Jamil Life is real To all the real soldiers, black people We family yall Let it be bright..

Bro. Bro. Listen to the kids. Jeremy, I need, I gotta put it down for a second. It’s beautiful. Jeremy Scotts design. First of all, thank you Taylor for being so gracious and giving me this award, this evening thank you. And I can think back to the first day I met you, also. You know. I think about, when I’m in the grocery store with my daughter, and I have a really great conversation about fresh juice and, you know. And at the end they say, "Oh, you’re not that bad after all." And like, I think about it sometimes. Like, it crosses my mind a bit like when I go to a baseball game. And um, sixty thousand people boo me. Crosses my mind a little bit. And I think if I had to do it all again what would I have done? Would I have worn a leather shirt? Would I have drank a half a bottle of Hennessy and gave the rest of it to the audience Y’all know y’all drink that bottle too. If I had a daughter at that time, would I have went on stage and grab the mic from someone elses? You know, this arena tomorrow, it’s gonna be a completely different set up, some concert something like that. This stage will be gone, after that night, the stage is gone, but the effect that it had on people remain. The, the problem was, the contradiction, the contradiction is, I do fight for artists, but in that fight I somehow, was disrespectful to artists. I-I didn’t know how to say the right thing. The perfect thing. I just, I sat at the Grammy’s and saw Justin Timberlake and Cee-Lo lose. Gnarls Barkley and the Future-Love... "SexyBack" album, and bro….Justin I ain’t tryna put you on blast but I saw that man in tears, bro. You know, and I was thinking like, "He deserve to win Album of the Year." And this small box that we are as the entertainers of the evening. How could you explain that? Sometimes I feel like, you know, all this shit they run about beef and that, sometimes I feel like I died for an artists opinion, for an artist to be able to have an opinion after they were successful. I’m not no politician bro. And look at that, you know how many times MTV ran that footage again, cause it got them more ratings? You know how many times they announced Taylor was gonna give me the award, cause it got them more ratings? Listen to the kids bro! I still don’t understand award shows, I don’t understand how they get five people who work their entire life, won, sold records, sold concert tickets, to come stand on a carpet and for the first time in they live be judged on a chopping block and have the opportunity to be considered a loser. I don’t understand it bro. I don’t understand when the biggest album or the biggest video, I still don’t understand it, I been conflicted bro, I just wanted people to like me more. But fuck that bro! Two thousand and fifteen. I will die for the art for what I believe in and the art aint always gonna be polite. Y’all might be thinking right now, I wonder, did he smoke something before he came up here? The answer is yes, I rolled up a little something, I knocked the edge off. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tonight, I don’t know whats going to happen tomorrow bro. But all I can say to my artists, my fellow artists, just worry how you feel at the time man, just worry about how you feel and don’t never, you know what I’m saying, I’m confident, I believe in myself. We the millennials bro, this is a new, this is a new mentality. We not gonna control our kids with brands. We’re not gonna teach low self-esteem and hate to our kids, we’re gonna teach our kids that they can be something. We gonna teach our kids that they can stand up for themselves. We gonna teach our kids to believe in themselves. If my grandfather was here right now, he would not let me back down. I don’t know what I’m finna lose after this. It don’t matter though, it ain’t about me, it’s about ideas. People with new ideas. People who believe in truth. And yes, as you probably could have guessed by this moment, I have decided in 2020, to run for President.

High lights Tell my baby Im back in town High lights Tell everybody Im back in town High lights Tell my baby Im back in town High lights We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights I wanna play with you all night long Then after tonight Can we play that back one time? And after that night Im gon wanna play this shit back, I dont know Sometimes Im wishin that my dick had GoPro So I could play that shit back in slo-mo I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro We only makin the highlights We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be only be highlights I wanna play with you all night long Then after tonight I bet me and Ray J would be friends If we aint love the same bitch Yeah, he might have hit it first Only problem is Im rich Youve got to get up every morning Youve got to get up every morning I live my life on the highlights Youve got to get up every morning With a smile on your face And show the world that youve got love in your heart Oh no, gotta play this shit back And eventually theres gon be so many niggas pool party on the weekend, thats the business Theres one white girl told me she hate white cock Thats when I knew hip hop was the new rock When you know you gotta keep your business zip-locd Cause the nigga still got her Gucci flip-flops take her on a c-cold adventure Old bitches know I put the dick on they dentures Might tell em Lexington Steele is my mentor Famous people act so damn pretentious, huh? What she need is an hour of some inches, huh? Got a thick dick hopping on some trenches, huh? Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches. huh? Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian, huh? She spent a whole check on some Christians, huh? And that bitch aint even religious, huh? Im respected, Im way too prestigious Yall motherfuckers throwing bows like Riddick Crack coke, crack sale, white niggas got mail Might drop a baby line and call that shit Pastel Walkin, livin, breathin, god, you know my past well Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed Bad bitches fuckin Rob, though he overweight I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate So when Im on vacay, I need to kick back Hah, huh, what you want? Want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack? I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need at least seven days with Chloe Sevigny Since I saw Brown Bunny, it aint never been the same I aint gon tell ya that Ive never been a lame, but Ever since with Hov, I got that Roc-A-Fella chain Man, shit just changed, shit just changed My nigga Dame said lets get this change Get this thing, iPhone thing Hop on then I hit We only makin the highlights We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be only be highlights I want to play with you all night long Then after the night I want to play with you all night long Then after the night We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be only be highlights

The first guest tonight is a good friend of the show. He ah – ah, screw it I’m the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC’s should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire Cmon man Dont call it a comeback, I been here for years Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear Oh-kay, heres the situation My parents went away on a weeks vacation and They left the keys to the brand new Porsche Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not De La Soul is from the soul And in fact I can’t deny When it comes to being De La It’s just me, myself and... Supersonic! Always rappin, always clappin, everybody always say Im happy If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see Im always rockin, never stoppin, devastatin rappin lady When Im on the microphone its ? Ilama llama llama llama llama Llama llama llama llama llama, see me Llama llama llama llama llama Yeah, yeah That’s it That was it, that’s it That’s it Oh my God, Becky Look at her butt I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can’t deny When the girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face you get... This here’s a jam for all the fellas Tryin to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause you’re overzealous Play hard to get, females get jealous If you want it Then youve got it If you want it Baby, youve got it Just bust a move I came to get down! Then get out your seat and jump around Jump around Jump around Jump around Jump up, jump up, and get down Drunk as hell, but no throwing up Half way home and my pagers just blowing up I didnt have to even use my AK JT: Woah, I’m sorry, wait, um Did you just say you didn’t have to use your AK? JF: I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t have to use it, did I? Not today JT: You don’t uh, you don’t have an AK, do ya, Jimmy? JF: Nah, no I don’t Gotta say it was a good day Power in the money, money in the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Been spending most our lives Living in a gangsta’s paradise Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage I’m a hustla, baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where I’m ’bout to go I’m sorry Ms Jackson, ooh! I am for real Never meant to make your daughter to cry I apologized a trillion times When the pimp’s in the crib, ma Drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot Harder, better, faster, stronger Now that that don’t don’t kill me Can only make me stronger I need to hurry up now Cause I can’t wait much longer Can’t you hear that Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby got that super bass Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby, you got that super bass (Bass, bass, bass, bass Bass, bass, bass, move it out now) I live and die for hip-hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to hip-hop So hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho I’m the king of rock

Lyrics from Snippets Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Will you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Will you be? Can you be? , Can you be? I caught a wave Caught more air than Super Dave Call Aaliyah, Im super paid Jet lag, and tryna recuperate Just got off the flight from Budapest Dont need Khaled, to say "you the best!" You the type of nigga to shop at Uniqlo Just found out my father-in-law unisex Running out of money, running into debt Running from bill collectors, I aint pay them yet Shit you did, with no matter how rich you get And even more, depending on the bitch you get I be getting worried for my niggas getting married, seriously Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Will you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Will you be? Can you be? , Can you be? ...stone hearted, my love is cold, mindless Before we go, I got one question Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Will you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Can you be? Can you be? , Will you be? Can you be? , Can you be? And if I can’t marry you, listen up, I done came this way Nah baby, not for them, you all know this way...

Hey Hey, whats up? Thats you Yeah listen Baby, I know we said its best we dont talk no more But I got to get it off my chest bout all the shit Ive been hearing, babe I, I thought you were that ride or die, you would never leave my side I even made you out to be the woman that I will be with for life I took in your kid, did everything that you wanted me to Now Im in the shit about you fronting on radio interviews Do it make you feel good to lie, even though I know you wanna cry? Hey, if you were gonna tell it, then you shouldve everything instead of making me the bad guy If you got nothing good to say, then dont say nothing Cause if I really start talking, itll be something So you cheated, I cheated, so be it We need to leave it alone, move on... Hold up Hello, you got a collect call from Clinton Correctional Facility. Will you accept the charges? Yes, Ill accept it Whats up? Sitting in my cell, head about to burst Wouldnt be alive if I didnt shoot first Had it made, sorry for the ricochet But Id be in the grave if I didnt let it spray I never said that I was perfect Nobody walkin on this earth is That night, I wouldve got murdered If I aint grab the ratchet and let them cowards have it, yeah Uh, listen up, listen up, listen up, world Listen up, listen up, listen up, world Uh, I gotta confess This is the hottest remix I ever did in my life So So Def These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way These are my confessions Man Im throwed and I dont know what to do I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If Im gonna tell it, then I gotta tell it all Damn near cried when I got that phone call Im so throwed, I dont know what to do But to give part two of my confessions I confess about the incident when I was with a shorty in the Lexus Coupe Your homie said she saw me, but she didnt have proof But I knew I really shouldve been just telling you the truth And I confess about the days I was rolling my Seville with the custom gold grill I was in the field, still looking for a thrill And I knew it was bogus I shouldve kept it real And I confess that just when I thought I could really try to get away Or have another woman on the side But I never knew that it would catch up with a nigga one day You gotta hear me girl, I done learned a lesson If you stay with me, then itll be a blessing No stressing, itll never be no guessing Cause Im pouring out my heart and these are my confessions These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way These are my confessions Man Im throwed and I dont know what to do I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If Im gonna tell it, then I gotta tell it all Damn near cried when I got that phone call Im so throwed, I dont know what to do But to give part two of my confessions Damn, how did she bring it up? How did she break it down? Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down, thats your child But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheating And you went raw dog when you beat it Thats when she gon tell you to beat it And you know it aint yall little secret You famous, you cant go nowhere Cause everytime you go there, theres hoes there So basically, you and your girl over And I know when she broke the news You told her, "Man, dont say that" Matter fact, like Pat, dont say jack Every time a nigga sitting on pay stacks Things come up from way, way, way back Way back, way back Way, way back, way back These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way These are my confessions Man Im throwed and I dont know what to do I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If Im gonna tell it, then I gotta tell it all Damn near cried when I got that phone call Im so throwed, I dont know what to do But to give part two of my confessions This by far is the hardest thing I think Ive ever had to do To tell you, the woman I love That Im having a baby by a woman that I barely even know I hope you can accept the fact that Im man enough to tell you this And hopefully youll give me another chance

Everybody, lets go Dont stop baby, dont stop me Dont stop baby, dont stop me I like the way that you move And girl you know how I do Its in your hip I want to get right between your strip Use it like Lancome lipstick Scarlett, and frankly I really do care, madam All you will, this is Sa-Ra fam, now back to maam I know that you can move like that I saw you dance And now you you gotta show out, make me a fan Turn up the fan, we gonna sweat crazy Whats your favorite Gatorade, lady Hadnt been shopping, Perrier water maybe I hope you aint hungry got mash but no gravy But we can make some, the best of both juices We can use this, this some new shit Make it hot like Crisco Thats how my flow go, shorty you aint know? If you aint po, stop being so high post My music aint just for the siditty and pretty its for Everybody, lets go Dont stop baby, dont stop me Dont stop baby, dont stop me I like the way that you move And girl you know how I do Shorty you killin em hard with them lady pants Simple elegance looking better when you dance Chest to the sun with your thoroughbred stance You gallop to the rhythms of a native drum chant Your granny must be Navajo Your mama do rodeo, your papa do the saville row I bite you, aint no antidotes The red blouse do arouse, I come at you like a matador Does attract horny bulls All the girls are waiting to see which one he pulls Eenie meenie miney meenie prenuptial Enforcer in the Porsche in case fools wanna duel Youll cool your fuckin jets, who wanna be next? Ooh, Ill probably get life if I let One off, so I let em go like a pro Sir Andre with an accent 3 triple 0 Ben-jamin, Lauren is the middle name That was given by my mama, success was on her brain Rain? Bentley Farns got the umbrellas Benjamin got the sweaters, hey what more can we sell em? Sun, spring will bring the parasol Now watch him parasail to entertain us all Everybody, lets go Dont stop baby, dont stop me Dont stop baby, dont stop me I like the way that you move And girl you know how I do

November 5th, and now shes sixty Riding down the highway with her friends at her side Her life without them wouldnt be complete They are her joy and pride Shes learned a lot from all her good friends About turning sixty, shes the first to reach that stop Were gonna party til we just cant party no more Shes big on cocktails, Nobu Malibu Hermes, Birkins, Chanel Givenchy, momager meetings Christmas Eve parties, lots of vodka Baby showers, Khloe money parties Valentino, keeping up on Sundays Everybody, they aint happy Cause the girls are shining all the time Looks like another fun-filled day She loves her friends She loves her friends She loves her friends Look at her friends, look at their faces Look how they all go to such chic places Look at these girls, theres nothing like them nowhere Craigs Balmain Glam squad Beverly Hills Hotel She loves her friends She loves you She loves her friends She loves her friends She loves you guys

Hottest niggas in the game MMG, tour starts in a few weeks If you fucking with it, fuck with me Ha ha Watch me cost a buck, chain cost me a truck Double M be the clique my coupe more than your bus Think it’s all facade, but nigga just double R See me jumpin on stage, more chains than Mardi Gras Bitches been going wild hate to sound cliche Give me two bitches we could do this three ways Four miss calls on my iPhone five Bitch six feet tall got me fighting for my life Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez Think I’ve just seen the boss, he datin a Puerto Rican All gold jewels in this snow white mink Kanye shoes sorry No ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me Rohan give me Marley Coffee by the Key Got the weed rolled, tour start in a few weeks She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me Man we be the clique, man I’m so the shit Boy just simmer down, man I take your bitch Yeah we at the game and we sit front row Every time you see me I’ll be on the front row Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece Benz outside aint even gotta speak New Cuban link with the all gold piece Benz outside I ain’t even gotta speak, uh As I look around they dont do it like my clique You know this bad bitches they want the, they want the, they want Yeah Im talking gunplay, yeah I walk it too Yeah that nigga ratted, yeah that depo true Yeah Im really bout it, yeah I out anybody Point him out, I light a joint and take his face and out it Yeah I spill my Corse on your Michael Kors, whore Yeah so the fuck what? I could buy you more Yeah Im from the hood, yeah I’m from the floor Holes in the roof, hardly had a door Kitchen on burn, pigeon on perm Three different digies all lit up like a fir Nigga where your feast? See the white right here It’s a Medellín thing; everything pure Man the clique Yeah yeah yeah Now its the double M dream team doing something special Bout to kill the shit so get the casket and the shovel And new Olympic sevens I need rings and the medal When I’m not from Trillville but I tell em get up on my level I’m always going higher, I’m still mo fire Do a lot of stuntin but it’s only to inspire Remember just a year ago these hoes aint wanna speak Now they all be tryin to freak, they think I know Wale and Meek I got a bad white bitch I know they spend cake on Just hope that she never fall off like Kreayshawn Even if she do forever I’m shit So much dope I’ma get we legit I ain’t fucking with my clique Maybach Music

Its Kenny sippin Henny, rhymes slicker than Teflon At Stoolbend High, Im the black Zac Efron And when I meet a shorty, you know, were goin backwards Pullin more tail than my man, John Edwards Lumpy, chunky, booger-eatin chump be Actin outta place like Hootie singin country! Leave my girl alone and get your own tenderoni Cmon, who are we kidding? Youre used to being lonely I need to say something here Eh, hello, can you hear me? A-B-C-D-E-F-G, someone shouldve told you not to fuck with me! You think you can rhyme, man? Your flow was amateur Im a nerd! I can smoke you with iambic pentameter! Mess with me, homeboy, dont wanna risk it Ill burn you like Mrs. Friedmans god-awful brisket Yeah, how you like me now, bitch? Fall back, big boy, cuz ya steppin to the best Kenny West, test, test, test! Yo, is this thing on? Qach. yo’ baq HIch qaq! Yeah, I just dissed you in Klingon NuqDaq pa’ ra’ qa, yeah, I speak Klingon, too So kiss my chocolate ghunta, and also, HaH you! Your flow is faded, dated, deflated, and constipated If I had to rate it? Hate it! Translated? You ate it! Hey, cheeseball, youve been grated Chewed up, swallowed, and defecated Ha! To restate it, on the DVD, this wont be pixelated Alright, alright, I know you think you so hot Question is, can you sing like a robot? Yes, I can sing like a robot Now, yall just witness history in the makin Greatest combination since eggs and bacon Kenny West and Cleveland Jr. Brown! Lets get up... And burn this mutha down!

Angel, angel Angel, angel I spent my day so, first I pray yo Then I lay low, looking for the halo Or more yayo, my little angel Reminded me to stay playful Faithful walks I take in the woods, thinking whats good Things that I can change I should Things I cant, need to be understood Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood For a second at least, Im resurrecting the peace Pipes that Indians used to light, we called it Chief, right? Stepping on the leafs right to reach heights Th-th-th-that I never seen, its so so evergreen Some use it for medicine, or to write better things I was in Amsterdam man, bike pedalling To the nature spot to taste the flavors they got My eyes drop, I like it a lot Yeah, my angel I wanna turn up the sound and spread my wings Because Im riding with my Going through the city of the Chi Makes me feel like Im in the city of Ohh, I wanna fly, fly away with my She takes me high, she will always be my Th-th-the way that I rhyme blow niggas mind Like the first time you heard Mary J. and you were standing in line To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind And Im ridin with Common looking for Chicago Zen And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple Rockin every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die Prolly cause the angel dust was fuckin with my third eye So I started hip-hop and I understand why Common used to love her She got me open so I even had to fuck her But I used the rubber, cause she was married to Rakim So I bought me a gold chain, pretendin that I was him So I can get close to the girl I loved the most But she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost Big gave her one more chance and she took Big down I shouldve knew when Shock G and Pac told me she get around An angel I wanna turn up the sound and spread my wings Because Im riding with my Going through the city of the Chi Makes me feel like Im in the city of Ohh, I wanna fly, fly away with my She takes me high, she will always be my Fly away, fly away My love for her is not about jewelry and cars I love her cause she love me, just for who I are Who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam I shine like Shyne when Barrington Levy was sayin "Didilly whoooa!", I got love for the streets Peace to New York and every hood in the East Before I was duckin cops, gunshots I used to be an L.A. Dodger, now Im a From the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold Between the car and the rims, we got a lot of chrome Your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home And when they bust in, we not Caesar, but gotta roam Cause they try to wire phones, Im talking Verizon phones The ones they put wires on, they got us on tap But I put wires on, my Bentley in fact I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track I wanna turn up the sound and spread my wings Because Im riding with my Going through the city of the Chi Makes me feel like Im in the city of Ohh, I wanna fly, fly away with my She takes me high, she will always be my Yeah, its The Game and Common Spread your wings, follow your dreams Things will be so serene L.A. and the Chi is a team Yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on Yeah, its for the world boy We do it forever, yeah

What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? Getting GuWop You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young nigga Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga I think Im bout to lose it, mayne Said Im bout to go Gucci Mane In the trap still countin change Don’t fuck with yall cause you niggas lame Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop Still-a in that trap getting GuWop Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba I be riding around with that blocka We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka Versace shit, Silk The Shocker Coulda been San Quentin on lock But I twod up that ghost, I stack two floors that loaf I be floor seats by that coach, I be fight seats by that rope Lately so sick I could vomit, Gin with no tonic Cheat on my bitch, you know Im dishonest But I’m just a product of my environment Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young nigga Got wrist, stay trill young nigga, still toting that steel young nigga And I aint ever lose a chain And shawty head stupid man I think I’m bout to lose it, mayne Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane In the trap still countin’ change Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop Uh, get down or lay down Shoot everything up but a school or a playground Run shit like a Greyhound I’m in here, now who let the Devil in? I ain’t been taking my medicine My trigger finger ain’t never been hesitant I am your ruler, no measurements You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga Cash Money til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldnt beg to differ Im off papers, I heart paper, no short paper, better get the point Cause Im point-shaven with a sharp razor, get buck like a horse stable Too street smart, I’m a geek, I put my niggas on they feet So if we fall, it be that lean that make a nigga fall asleep I can’t see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man Where you going? I’m bout to go Tunechi man I think I’m bout to lose it, mayne Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane In the trap still countin change Don’t fuck with yall cause you niggas lame Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane Said I’m bout to go Gucci Mane On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop Getting GuWop You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young nigga Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

Its what you all been waiting for, aint it? Your weekly entertainment For me to get a hold of this beat and go head, claim it Im about to paint a picture, you niggas go head, frame it Since we getting Seinfeld on some Jerry and Elaine shit I flow far from mediocre And if we talking cards, I will fold him with the poker You and your whole crew are like a deck of 54 So its obvious yall gon steady be rolling with some jokers And me, Im rolling with some brokers Like, damn, could you niggas get any broker? I got my new girl so content Just save yourself the embarrassment, dont even approach her Disguise yourself, go buy a costume I am making stocks work while you working stock rooms Ugh, and I was praying I would drop June But label reps applying pressure to make them pop tunes So I keep it rocking for Petes sakes You fake gangsta rappers are cliché And if you aint talking dough when you meet Drake Ill be all in your face, like, "No speak-a la ingles" Soon as you hear it, you quote it They try to be the one that I done left out the show with But trust me, Im aware, and my cars right there Is this interior enough for yall ulterior motives? Cause if you like it, yall should stick with me My money good, I aint never had to flip a ki A lot of ice, a lot of cream like Dickie Dee Might cut the phone and disapear like Michie Mee But Ima try and have you on the trip with me Sliding through Henri Bendel like its slippery And your ex-man is a hater, officially Probably cause he know Im exactly what you wish he be Yeah, thats the reason why he looking hard Cause I done snatched the Chips Ahoy out the cookie jar He just mad cause his girls at the house With her tongue sticking out like a Michael Jordan rookie card Let me address this, pardon me while I fix A couple subliminal lines caught me in the mix I guess he thought he couldve been Gotti in the flicks But at this point, Im just poking a body with a stick Nowadays, rapping is a childrens hobby And girls keep telling me Im still this snobby I tell them myself is who I am feeling, probably Just because I got a buzz like a building lobby It aint a song that your ass finna skip I tried to sell weed, give me cash for the zip The way your girlfriend pumped me up in the car Seem like she dont really need no gas for the trip Millionaire shades, fade with the waves I smirk at a nigga if he still rocking braids That just lets me know that we aint on the same page And that goes out to every nigga except Trey Im outta here, baby They asked me about the past years and how does it phase me I wouldnt take it back, nah, not if they paid me Mr. Bet You Thats Expensive cause its not a fugazi Spitting a Crock Pot of bottomless gravy The shit is so nasty, how is it tasting? And you can probably find him walking out of a Macys Forget it, girl, they just thinking how to replace me Exit with a joke, leave these niggas some hope You took that Ye beat and put that shit in a choke Well, Im thinking I should leave out on this note Nigga, keep your two cents, I aint tryna leave you broke Life of a don, lights keep glowing Come up in the club with that fresh shit on And something crazy on my arm, uh-ahem And heres another hit, Barry Bonds

Introducing... Mr. I Aint Know You Did That And, Mr. Oh, Thats My Favorite Shit And Mr. Ah! Damn, I Wish That Was a Single And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh! I go to Jacob with 25 thou You go with 25 hundred I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! "H to the Izzo" did 3 thou spins in a week You did a thou in a month Yall niggas want credit, but yall need to slow down Kanye To The, killin yall from Chi-Town How your wife gon say she never sold drugs a day in her life? But she still wanna pump the yay? And yall mad cause yall not knowin Cause these canaries so yellow When yall pull up whether to stop or keep going I got Gs, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves Tats showin, tucked in, strap showin How he get seven TVs in that ‘lac-‘lac? 3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back-back While you in that hatchback And try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back And try to rap, the studios wont give you ya DATs back And try to get publishin, all you get in your ass capped And that’s that I go to Jacob with 25 thou You go with 25 hundred I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock-star Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mobsters Gingerbread man even says “You’re a monster” Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit Remember back in ’92, niggas used to "catch wreck," shit Remember that track I tracked for you bout three months ago? Uh-huh, that’s the one—now cut my check, bitch And I aint feeling that Lexus More that CLK; see me like "Damn, a CL, K?” Yeah, that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then "I aint know he rap as good as he do beats," and then I go to Jacob with 25 thou You go with 25 hundred I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! "H to the Izzo" did 3 thou spins in a week You did a thou in a month Yall niggas want credit, but yall need to slow down Kanye To The, killin yall from Chi-Town Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heater Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever You know the rules, five up close, one gon leave ya You dont know about Kanye? Son gon teach you Whats the first thing that popped in your mind While I was popping this rhyme? You dont picture popping a nine? See, you paralyzed from the top of the spine...

McDonalds Man McDonalds Man The french fries had a plan The french fries had a plan The salad bar and the ketchup made a band Cus the french fries had a plan The french fries had a plan McDonalds Man McDonalds I know them french fries have a plan I know them french fries have a plan The cheeseburger and the shakes formed a band To overthrow the french fries plan I always knew them french fries was evil man Smelling all good and shit I dont trust no food that smells that good man I dont trust it I just cant McDonalds Man McDonalds Man McDonalds, damn Them french fries look good though I knew the Diet Coke was jealous of the fries I knew the McNuggets was jealous of the fries Even the McRib was jealous of the fries I could see it through his artificial meat eyes And he only be there some of the time Everybody was jealous of them french fries Except for that one special guy That smooth apple pie

A little trouble in the city Trouble in my home She told me love dont live here anymore I wanna run to the light Its too dark in this part of night I need somebody who can make it right And its on tonight How about we go and save the night I can see you want it and so do I How about we go and save the night Lets save the night Im not a one man band I want to sing a duet You and me would sound much better You look so good in my bed And if your gonna go out Youre gonna go out with a bang Lets save the night Ill be your superman And its on tonight How about we go and save the night I can see you want it and so do I How about we go and save the night Lets save the night I see the night flashing before her eyes Resuscitating bring it back to life And its on tonight How about we go and save the night I can see you want it and so do I How about we go and save the night Lets save the night

Its not Jay-Z and Beyoncé Its not Nicki or Lil Wayne Its not Oprah and Obama The Pope and Rihanna Queen Elizabeth or Kanye Its not pentagrams or witchcraft Its not triangles or stacks of cash Black magic or Gaga Gucci or Prada Riding on the Golden Calf All-Seeing Eye is watching tonight Thats what it is, Truth and the Light All-Seeing Eye is watching tonight Nothing to hide, the secrets inside Its like, everybody in this party shining like Illuminati Its like, everybody in this party shining like Illuminati Its the enlightenment that started it all The Founding Fathers wrote it down on the wall And now the medias misleading us all Turned right into wrong Its time to dance and turn this dark into something So let the fire burn, this music is bumping Were gonna live forever, love never dies It starts tonight Behind the curtain of the New World Order Its not platinum encrypted corners Its not ISIS or the Phoenix Pyramids of Egypt Dont make it into something sordid Its not Steve Jobs or Bill Gates Its not the Google of United States Its not Bieber or LeBron Clinton or Obama Or anyone you love to hate All-Seeing Eye is watching tonight Thats what it is, Truth and the Light All-Seeing Eye is watching tonight Nothing to hide, secrets inside Its like, everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati Its like, everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati You know that everything that glitters aint gold So let the music take you out of control Its time to feel it in your body and soul Cmon, lets go Were gonna dance and turn this dark into something So let the fire burn, this music is bumping Were gonna live forever, love never dies It starts tonight Its like Its like Its like, everybody in this party, shining like illuminati Its like, everybody in this party, shining like illuminati Its like, everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati Its like, everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati Its like, everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati Its like, everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati Everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati Its like, everybody in this party, shining like Illuminati

Im tryna roll like a thug already Take you back and then out to the club already Im tryna make you some kids already Make me go half on the crib already Say less, dont talk to me Say less, dont talk to me Too many questions , not enough answers You want some more time , I just dont have none We can get to the point , skip all the small talk Nuff of the long talks , send you on a long walk I got a lot on my mind, things that Im goin through Dont wanna talk to you , way too involved with you To send you the voicemail , I had to boss on you Who is you talking to? Phone cut off on you No long talks Everything is my fault No long, no long emails, no long text No long talks Everything is my fault You need to get to the point already We aint tryna get to the club already Say less, dont talk to me Say less, dont talk to me Know I shouldnt have stayed too long Running out of— Peace lil mama, it was me, it was all my fault Three in the morning, I should be more kind to my liver I go belly up with three side piece desserts Around this time, it start to look like Caribana When Im round, she want me to bust down on the kitten Message on read, was kinda livid Never paid for **** but I copped a couple fish fries Pills in a Ziploc, you should come and get me Your favorite thing is sin, huh? Its right between the center He put you up on game like a mentor He **** and then forget ya You called and he just saved her My pockets on big boy, my drop was color sea foam He thought that puka was all you good for Im here to show you you more Guess thats what Im here for Here for Ooh Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Its the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams Millions of people tryin to get on the scene And everyone sellin their souls, everyone sellin their... Everyone sayin they woke But they sleepwalkin, dead, eyes closed L.A. monster I pray the Lord my soul to keep Lord, save these people, they asleep They lettin Satan run they streets Lord, save us from L.A. monster I pray the Lord my soul to keep Lord, save these people, they asleep They lettin Satan run they streets Lord, save us from L.A. monster L.A. monster, L.A L.A. monster, L.A L.A. monster, L.A L.A. monster, L.A Its the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams Millions of people tryin to get on the scene And everyone sellin their souls, everyone sellin their... Everyone sayin they woke But they sleepwalkin, dead, eyes closed L.A. monster Its the ugliest nightmare born from the prettiest dreams Millions of people tryin to get on the scene And everyone sellin their souls, everyone sellin their... Everyone sayin they woke But they sleepwalkin, dead, eyes closed L.A. monster L.A. monster, L.A L.A. monster, L.A L.A. monster, L.A L.A. monster, L.A L.A. monster, L.A Jesus, save all my people L.A. monster, L.A From this monster, fore it takes their souls L.A. monster, L.A It gives false hope and eats them whole L.A. monster, L.A Sinned billionaires who are still broke L.A. monster, L.A Jesus, save all my people L.A. monster, L.A From this monster, fore it takes their souls L.A. monster, L.A It gives false hope and eats them whole L.A. monster, L.A Sinned billionaires who are still broke

Well, it is a weepin and a moanin and a gnashin of teeth It is a weepin and a mournin and a gnashin of teeth It is a— when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe, believe O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me I’m rocking bally, walking the valley of death Vacheron cost a Lambo, you niggas in debt I ain’t want to fuck your girl, I just wanted a fresh After BIG, Puff told me I was the best Still is that top nigga Cocaine, Ciroc nigga Pull up on that yacht nigga Detectives know I’m hot nigga Hostile, mob style, Rothchilds Trench coat, half cal, my dick hang to my calf now Real nigga, I woke up with a kilo Real bitch, keep kissing on my pee hole Paid in full, bitch I think I’m Rico It’s Rozay, I sold food like Cee-Lo O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me Well, it is a weepin and a moanin And a gnashin of teeth It is a weepin and a mournin And a gnashin of teeth It is a— when it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound Believe, believe Believe, believe I’m in that Lamborghini drop top Gunning for the top spot Gold Rollie, my watch froze You would think the clock stopped Countin hella 20’s, get into my dreams Ballin with my niggas Your girl gon fuck the team Now I been off that Jameson so I might need her name again I came to win, she’s just tryna kick it like it’s 4th and 10 Give it as she gon run it back Her legs spread like a jumping jack Her other man, he hella whack And he don’t stack it like Rockie stacks Seen more clothes than a laundromat More whips then Kunta back Like racism, I’mma be around So yall niggas get used to that O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me Well, it is a weepin and a moanin And a gnashin of teeth It is a weepin and a mournin And a gnashin of teeth It is a— when it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound Believe, believe Believe, believe Well, it is a weepin and a moanin And a gnashin of teeth in the dancehall And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums Cuh when time it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound The bugle has blown fi many times And it still have one more time left Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder Let the suicide doors up I threw suicides on the tour bus I threw suicides on the private jet You know what that mean, Im fly to death I step in Def Jam buildin like Im the shit Tell em gimme fifty million or Ima quit Most rappers taste level aint at my waist level Turn up the bass til its up-in-yo-face level Dont do no press but I get the most press kit Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious Somethin bout Mary, she gone off that molly Now the whole party is meltin like Dalí Now everybody is movin they body Dont sell me apartment, Ill move in the lobby Niggas is loiterin just to feel important You gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans Okay, now catch up to my campaign Coupe the color of mayonnaise Im drunk and high at the same time Drinkin champagne on the airplane Spit rounds like a gun range Beat it up like Rampage Hundred bands, cut your girl Now your girl need a Band-Aid Grade A, A1 Chain the color of Akon Black diamonds, backpack rhymin Co-signed by Louis Vuitton Horsepower, horsepower All this Polo on, I got horsepower Pound of this cost four thousand Now I make it rain, she want more showers Rain pourin All my cars is foreign All my broads is foreign Money tall like Jordan O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O–o–o–o–o–okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I–I–I–I–Im in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me Well, it is a weepin and a moanin And a gnashin of teeth It is a weepin and a mournin And a gnashin of teeth It is a— when it comes to my sound Which is the champion sound Believe, believe Believe, believe Well, it is a weepin and a moanin and a gnashin of teeth It is a weepin and a mournin and a gnashin of teeth It is a— when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe, believe, believe, believe

Id rather just let the music speak for itself. You know, its like, I was happy to be in a situation where people couldnt say, oh, I was trying to promote my own song. For the times that Ive, like, defended myself... Im pushing the envelope! I wrote my fuckin Run This Town verse for a fuckin month! When I heard Eminems verse on the Drake shit, I went back and rewrote my shit for two days. I canceled appointments to rewrite! I fuckin care! You know what Im saying? And thats what Im saying. Because I did that, Taylor Swift cannot win over Beyoncé! Because I wrote my verse in two days, Taylor Swift cannot beat Beyoncé. As long as Im alive! And if Im alive, kill me then! Kill me then! As long as Im alive, you gon have to deal with it. Cause there aint gonna be no more motherfucking Elvises with no James Browns Why are you so angry? Whats the anger? Because my mother got arrested for the fuckin sit-ins. My mother died for this fame shit! I moved to fuckin Hollywood chasing this shit. My mother died because of this shit. Fuck MTV It aint no love. What the fuck was Pink performing? Dont nobody know that song. Pink performed twice! Two songs? How the fuck Pink perform twice and I didnt even get asked to perform "Heartless." "Heartless" is the biggest song of the year! It had the most spins of the first quarter! I dont know that Pink song! But I noticed that shes pink! They put me in a fuckin room and projected it How the fuck did Eminem get the Best Hip-Hop song in 2008? Eminem won Best Video! Rap Video! Yo, when he won that shit, I was so happy. I was so happy I ran all this shit. I said, "Nigga, Im gon do this until yall put a bullet in my head. Im runnin up to yall, put a..."

Yeah, just a little bit Just a little bit And it goes... Lifestyles of the rich and famous Bought a big house and a whole lot of Ranges A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers And, some Mexican floral arrangers A great big TV thatll entertain us Some colorful commissions from some high-paid painters Someone to take the rap so that I stay stainless And, a new relationship with a banker And two pinky rings for my manicured fingers A trained German Shepherd that bark when its angered To watch my possessions and look out for strangers And, a fifty-foot yacht with an anchor A young supermodel that shall remain nameless Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes All the money in the world dont make it painless, no But they love it, and they love it, the more The more you try to erase me And they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it, and they love it, the more The more that I appear, oh Ugh, and they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more you try the eraser And they love it and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more that you appear Plain Pat, what up? Ugh, ugh, lifestyles of the broke and famous Let you know how crazy this game is Look at all the new, beautiful faces At home, supermodel Myspaces Long for they shot on the TV screens American Idol never seen these dreams Just last week, they want to see ID Now, they got you in V.I.P., huh? How many people almost famous? You almost remember what they name is Like "Hey, didnt you play in? No, it couldnt be, quit playin" And tryna keep that balance after MTV Thats a Real World Challenge Back on that train Never to be heard from again But they love it, and they love it, the more The more you try to erase me And they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it, and they love it, the more The more that I appear, oh Ugh, and they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more you try the eraser And they love it and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more that you appear G-R-I-P, P-I-M-P I, any spelling, bitch, come on, thats me I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye Like an eye-drop of turpentine You can listen to the serpent, fine But the earth got gas; once it burps, its fine Some around me, they talk about degrees Not GHG, how to cook a quarter key Talking all nasal, he aint over that cold No glove, scrub, man, he just over that stove Perfect paradigm, wrong place, wrong time Should have been Pfizer, GlaxoSmithKline Number one chemist, look at him, no blemish Eggshell off-white like a DuPont finish Young, dumb, high-strung, who could handle us? I wonder how Gods gon paint todays canvases Cause who knew that day that man would just Go to V.A. with a Tec and spray campuses? What a way to see the cover of Time I know that nigga wish he was standing in line But they love it, and they love it, the more The more you try to erase me And they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it, and they love it, the more The more that I appear, oh Ugh, and they love it, and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more you try the eraser And they love it and they love it The more, the more And they love it and they love it the more The more that you appear

Im up out M-a-r-c-y P-r-o-j-e-c-t Aint no other motherfucker in the rap game harder than me I go hard and get it in like a porn star Follow my moves you wanna make it to the top Im OnStar for new born stars Even when the camera stop Ima hundred million dollar movie, hand on my cock Big Homie from the back block When you first learned how to slap box Then you even learned how to dribble the pill Or to hand the pot, bring it back, rock Number one rule: if your ass get popped Dont chatterbox to the Matlocks Death before dishonor, Ima honor the code they created Number 2 Rule and it might sound rude, but... Yup! Fuck you, pay me! I drown my pain in Porsches, I lost my partner to the bullshit Still tryna hold on to my religion so I put a couple diamonds in the crosses Close your eyes, see the darkness Thats what its like where Im from No lawyers no doctors So either I go the hardest or I could just call this a night On dark nights, its like I see better On Dark Knights Im like Heath Ledger Even if I overdose on drugs, motherfuckers cant kill my buzz Wait, I aint done; Ima freestyle this, Khaled let it run Whats the hardest county in the Yayo? Cause Ima go harder then they go Ima go harder than Baltimore Philly gon say they cant touch the boy Where you at Duval? Ima go harder than you all Harder than New York, turn the Pro Tools in the booth off Ima go harder than Ye go And Ye go hard; thats baby bro Put some more beat on that joint If you could you would get rid of me What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard But I wont let you get to me You should already figure Imma go hard If you were as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo yard Makin money aint shit to me This in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am, I will, I gots to go You got another way to live you gots to go on I am gettin it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go hard I aint ever been scurred Never been a type to bite my words When I came up yall gave me shit Now Im gunna make yall eat them terds Always said what the fuck I felt Gon head spit that murder I wrote Man I dont care what what you felt Fuck you nigga I know Im dope Dope like Im comin to get my all Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall Felt like niggas was stuntin on me Funny how Im flyer then them all Now Im at the top aint know where to go now Instead of me, she gon go down Maybe I wouldve slowed down If I knew what I know now Im stupid, yeah I know Im dumb It could get fuckin old but its good Im young But my heart get cold as the hood Im from Tell me what it take to be numba one I guess its gon be what its gon be But heres one thing yall got to hear Imma tell you like George Bush told me Fuck yall niggas Im out of here If you could you would get rid of me What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard But I wont let you get to me You should already figure Imma go hard If you were as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo yard Makin money aint shit to me This in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am, I will, I gots to go You got another way to live you gots to go on I am gettin it in until the end I got to go, go, go, go hard

Ive lived Yes, Ive lived a life thats full Ive traveled each and every highway Whats more Yeah, whats more than this I did it my way It go, "My way, Chi-Way, this way or the highway" Shotsll lay you off on your day off, like Friday The Roc got Ye, but they aint snorting it They just got him up at Baseline, recording shit Yeah, I been broke—now Im good, bitch I aint no Kennedy, but Im hood-rich So I say "my way" to thank you to the ghetto And everybody else: Thank you very little I took the road less traveled, the unbeaten path I been beaten, but never broken through the darkest past Its sort of like when King spoke and said, "We free at last" Aint nothing free from that point, though, we needed cash And we need it fast We broker than Ethiopians, just tryna eat at last Now all the Blacks cooking up that almost-white Cause getting green make em treat us like we almost white Almost Ive lived Yes, Ive lived a life thats full Ive traveled each and every highway Whats more Yeah, whats more than this I did it my way It go, "My way, Chi-Way, this way or the highway" Niggas wanna diss K on they local mixtapes There they go again, lying to consumers Get they hair cut in the Little Shop of Rumors You lil sloppy with your cockiness, aint ya? A lil arrogant with all your comparisons Cause as far as the Chi I got the most plaques since the beginning of rap But nah, yall aint mentioning that Yall just talk about my dough, how I left Chicago How Im the only one eating—shut your piehole! And wanna figure out why Im getting em high, though? Why? Cause you need fire, and Im a pyro! And you a parrot, you copy what I do and say Only difference between you and me—you a gay "Awww, did he get his feelings hurt?" "Nawww, he got titties under his shirt" Ive lived Yes, Ive lived a life thats full Ive traveled each and every highway Whats more Yeah, whats more than this I did it my way It go, "My way, Chi-Way, this way or the highway" When you walk straight, niggas tend to look at you sideways I say, "Fuck that, dog, I get my own way" Niggas aint believe me til they see me on TV And seen K freely getting head on the freeway Then pass her to Freeway just like its a relay We stay four-stars or better Cause the couches in the rooms got more leather And we gon flip Carter when we could afford better And back before Benzes, when we could afford Jettas You still dress Ardjo, but only pay partial Stay getting something off lay-away at Marshalls Polo and Carbeshers, we into them things, dog Back in 96, we was living like kings, dog Forty-cals or better, toting them things, dog So up the Turkish mink and take them rings off Ive lived Yes, Ive lived a life thats full Ive traveled each and every highway Whats more Yeah, whats more than this I did it my way

Ive been waiting for a minute Pour out, ayy For my lady, and I They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Cant let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me See, before I let you go One last thing I need to let you know You aint never seen nothing crazier than This nigga when he off his Lexapro Had more than another episode Last time I was down in Mexico Asking me why the hell I text in code Four times that you say dont text me ho Told you four times, dont test me, ho Now we finna lose all self-control But you aint finna be raising your voice at me Especially when we in a Giuseppe store But Imma have the last laugh in the end Cause Im from a tribe called check a ho Yeah, Imma have to laugh in the end Cause Im from a tribe called check a ho And I... Wish I would let a hater fuck my life up Cant let em get to me Sunday night, I just might have to pipe up You gon have to get used to me They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Cant let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me See through the veil And forget all of your cares Throw them Throw them away Dont stop your loving Dont stop for nothing No, not for nothing They dont wanna see me love you Nah, dont stop it They always love it They always wanna They dont wanna see me love you They dont wanna see me love you They dont wanna see me love you They dont wanna see me love you See through the veil And forget all your cares Throw them Throw them away Oh, lifes a feeling, yeah Oh, the bodys a feeling, yeah The future is uncertain For us all, just stop Why make things worse? Why make things worse?

And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga cross me Took it out of space and niggas thought they lost me Im back like a chiroprac with b-boy survival rap It aint ninety-fo Joe, we cant go back The game need a makeover My man retired, Imma takeover Tell these halftime niggas breaks over Im raw, hustlas get your baking soda Too many rape the culture Leave rappers with careers and they faith over Its a war goin on, you cant fake bein a soldier In the basement, listening to tapes of Ultra- Magnetic, to the fact the messiah is black Ill turn the TV down, we can take it higher than that I wonder if these whack niggas realize they whack And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap Inspired by black Muslims and Christians Pushin cutlasses, dope, and other traditions In the conditions of the city, the city The city, the city, the city, the city Come on And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit A black figure...in the middle with chaos and gunfire So many raps about rims, surprised niggas aint become tires On the street you turn cold and then go screech I tell em "fuck em" like I do to police The beast is runnin rampant Im in between sheets tryin to have sex thats tantric For the ghetto, tryin to make a get-up stand-up anthem You spit hot garbage son of Sanford What you rappin for to get fame or get rich? I slap a nigga like you, and tell him "Rick James bitch!" With your Hollywood stories, on porches We polly hood stories about who became rich And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch You didnt know where to aim it, you still remain bitch Im forever puttin words together Somell sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons The name Com, has never been involved wit run Unless its DMC, or runnin these broads to bein free Im harder than the times, you hardly scary Holdin gats inside, you cats is Halle Berry They ask me where hip-hop is goin, its Chicagoan Poetrys in motion like a picture now showin Its the city, the city yall, the city Uh, the city yall, come on And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City We dont stop, naw, we dont quit And ya say Chi-City Common Sense, from the city of wind

Damn Damn, ma, we aint even have to go through it like that, it wasnt really even that big, man You know? Nah, its alright, though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, its stuck? Then Ill take the whole finger than, man And let me get those bags from Paris And the puppies is staying, yo Come through the block in his brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga aint friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that Bouncin around when Im up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that, no Ayo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cause Im too much man to leave a mark on you Yous a bird, you know that Givin that man ten points like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasnt wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw Had to do it to him quick, old fashioned, in the back of the mall Me and him had mos forever Like Im posed to put him on when he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homie, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like, "Nigga, you know me" Stop fronting for them niggas outside like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, Ima holla at dog And rip his head off, word, yo, its on Come through the block in his brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga aint friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that Bouncin around when Im up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that, no Ayo, I thought we was iller than that All them kisses and love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a nigga went to war Vest banged up, standin in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homie in the passenger seatin Honey, look, Im a monster don I do monster things, thats why I put your ass under my arm Fuckin with him can bring bodily harm And where you gon hide in the streets when the body is gone? If its one thing I learned that Never trust a female on no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your mama house, pack your shit I dont care if you crying, yous a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my facell spot you My girl cousins, they gon rock you Come through the block in his brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga aint friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that Bouncin around when Im up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that, no Shorty, what is you thinkin bout? Didnt I put you down? Flyest whips Rollin round like, "Yeah, thats the boss chick" On the side I might of had , one or two But them silly broads wasnt nothing on you Rolling with him, tryna get revenge That shit, you just dont do Come through the block in his brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga aint friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that Bouncin around when Im up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that, no Come through the block in his brand new Benz Knowing that me and that nigga aint friends Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that Bouncin around when Im up in these streets Knowing that me and that nigga got beef Yeah, what I did was wack But you dont get a nigga back like that, no Its real Yeah, got my swagger back and all that Theodore, nigga, Theodore, nigga Thats right Ill go pop more, Ima go pop more coochies based on that there

Malice found religion, Tony found prison I’m just tryna find my way out this fucking kitchen A birdseye view got me channelling my vision Turn one to two now the kilo’s got a sibling Father knows best, wash my hands all is forgiven We kicking up dust like the colosseum floors Walls full of safes like they mausoleum doors Pussy getting wet as she walking through my morgue Grants, Jacksons no room for George Yeh, the Fear of God’s in you muthafuckers This art imitate my life You WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation hype Eliminate the fools gold and imitation ice My music for your soul, inspiration for your life Every dime made in his life more disastrous Help my young bitch see her way through her Bachelors Sent my old bitch right back to get her Masters Same graduation I was clapping in the rafters The truth hurts everytime it’s revealed What goes around comes around, this is lifes ferris wheel Grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parrallel park Kentucky derby on the grill The fact that I’m free lets me know God is great Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate These rappers talk crowns but I’d rather talk fear Villian like candyman, say my name and I’ll appear No weapon formed against me shall prosper Hakuna matata, feet up sipping java Strolling up the totem poll, what’s my only problem Scrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddler So many hands raised as the band plays I’m here now, watch how many niggas plans change Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of Autumn All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’ Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it’s random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrative And sold your dreams, you don’t know who did it I treat the cash, the way the government treats aids I won’t be satisfied til all my niggas get it I need more drinks and more lights Hot American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school Told to take them glasses off and get in the pool It’s been a while since I watched the tube Its like a crip said: “I got way too many blues for any more bad news” I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today They rewrite history I don’t believe in yesterday What’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach I guess thats why they got me sitting in fucking coach But God said I need a different approach Cause people is looking at me like I’m sniffing coke It aint funny anymore try different jokes Tell ‘em hug and kiss my ass, x and o Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I’m got it Play strings for the dramatic And end all of that wack shit Act like I aint had a belt in two classes I aint got it I’m going after whoever who has it I’m coming after whoever. Who has it? You blowing up, that’s good, fantastic That y’all, its like that ya’ll I don’t really give a fuck about it at all Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about two things, my black balls Uh, I let you into my diary to admire me The making of this man, I let you see the higher me The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy I’m drawing from both sides, I’m Siamese The tug of war opens the door, entrada Rip me apart and see what’s inside this pinata And rolling kilos in gymstrada is one saga One chapter of black magic, I’m Harold Potter Feels like I’m doomed to dealing with women whom Relationships with their fathers won’t allow us to bloom And blossom, I swear this Vegas nights was awesome But adios I blow my own dice before I toss ‘em, loss ‘em Some other muthafuckers double crossed ‘em Tryna snatch my nigga back I blew a small fortune Russell with the work, we was like the four horsemen Rick Flair with the flame, I’m muthfucking Gorgeous, wooooooooo As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smtih Whiter than the coke brush that they paint me with Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss But the devil red, tires double tread I’m posting parks up. that gets me double head Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head The bright lights blind look what the devil did Yeah It’s hip hop, this is euphemism for a new religion The soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing This is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing to attention As long as I’m in Polo’s they think they got me But they would try to crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn’t sack me If a nigga aint running shootin a jump shot running a track meet But this pimp is, on the top of mount Olympus Ready for the World’s game, this is my Olympics We make ‘em say ho cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick And I assisted to get up offa this dick And these drugs, fans cant resist it Remember, remind of when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever one of the greatest homie, I must have missed it!

I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch I just penetrate and quit playin with that bitch Too fresh, man, to be a class clown Graduated when I sat down They dont want you to show your ass Had the Yeezy spazzes in the background Lets talk about the Raf now Lets talk about the stash now Tell em niggas send my hos up All you bitches get passed down Every now and then, on the Act, wow Maybe sing a little, bitch, Im act wild Bitches rubbing on me like a frat child On London town, bitches packed down I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Man, you got to hate it, man you got to hate it I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Man, you got to hate it, man, Im motivated Man, you got to hate it, man, Im motivated Man, Im underrated, over-overstated Rappin over thirty, talkin out related Thats captivated, Grammy nominated Your shit outdated, my shit upgraded Your shit outdated, my shit upgraded I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Man, you got to hate it, man Im motivated I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Kill they kids, tell that kid, hands in that bitch I just penetrate and switch hands in that bitch Man, you got to hate it, man, Im motivated

Lyrics from Atlanta Listening Party See this in 3D Slow life down for me, slow life down for me Thoughts and thoughts to me Eighty degrees, warmin up to me Find them free, I did know, indeed And I run out to sea, I can walk on the water Honey, I want you, I can float on the finer Father, hold me close, dont let me down I know you wont Yeah, walkin on the bridge, I threw my sins over the deep end Sippin til my stomach hurt, this mornin I done lost three friends Early mornin, brainstormin, normally I cant sleep in Sometimes I just wanna restart it, but it all depends If Ima be the same young, hungry nigga from west end Wrote my hardest wrongs, and the crazy part, I aint havе no pen Maybach interior came with sheepskin Still rеmember when I just had three bands Now Im on everyone calling out cause I got deep pants Bro told me to wait to beat the game, its all in defense And never phased by names, and they might call me, but they gon respect it And I feel like you better off tryin to call, I might not get the message She just tried to run off with my heart, but I blocked off the exit, yeah I know you wont I know you wont, oh, oh Oh, I know you wont I know that you look over us Til you sleep sound asleep, eep, eep, eep Rain down, rain Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, a lot of people off the self Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, a lot of people are for sale Pull up like, "Mm-mm-mm," a lot of people run and tell Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, time oughta tell, judge black males Gon cross all the rails to stop clientele Let me take you round, round, round This the new town, town, town This the new ten, ten, ten We goin in, in, in No doubt, Kanye cant cool it Good job for a student Nice car for a student Nice shoes for a student New bag going stupid Show me how you do it, show me how you—err who you foolin? I dont wanna be so judgemental I dont wanna be so judgemental Everybody hurts, but I dont judge rentals Flyin down with the next invention Got the new Porsche up with the Tesla engine —err They keep playin one bit Text comin in fast, thats a A1 kit, thats a A1 slip Proper bank, castle trips, but the crime rate, take a pic Let me show you what it did Change the summer for the kid Hundred summers for the kid Throwin light, what you did? Throwin light, what you did? In the city of lost angels, uh, oh, uh City of lost angels, uh, oh, uh City of lost angels City of lost angels, uh, oh, uh

I hear the girls scream soon as we arrivin You can ask Ibn, we be straight mackin Yall work at IBM, hotels they be in Ooh la la, tres bien magnifique Any street Father is the black Bruce Wayne Only shorty in preschool rockin two chains If you talkin bout marriage, you mean multi-million heiress

{whispers} Dedication 2... Alright I think you ready this time Yall know what I come here for Call me the iPod King Call me Mr. Thanksgiving Call me whatever the fuck you want Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang... I used to shoot you down Hah, Dedication 2, thats right, you already... Wake up motherfuckers its Weezy, you got a problem? Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin AK on the backseat, baby its so-{*record rewinds*} Wake up motherfuckers its Weezy, you got a problem? Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin AK on the backseat, baby its so vivrant Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, cant dodge it You not gettin wet in the rain is not logic She wont give that pussy to Wayne, Im so obliged just Live and direct from inside of ya bitch body And, hi there ho what do ya know Im ridin In the same streets my pops died in, I got em and I get that money tell my momma Im grindin And Ill be coming home with our future in my pocket Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power Gettin out twenty American pies an hour Goddamn, excuse maam but Im the man And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin! Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters Yeah, they knew better Im two letters Im like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah Im low-key Cause niggas and bitches is police I roll leaf, patching up the games slow leak Im Weezy baby! Lemme catch my breath... {breathing} Ok... Pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy.. Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas Them broads laugh at ya, them niggas wont kill ya And them niggas thats with ya, could die right with ya Ill be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister I say I might miss ya, but lil FeFe gon hit ya And lil Currensyll split ya, Mack Mainell straight flip ya Let Taz Po ship ya, then well all forget ya Im sittin in the kitchen like "How can we all get richer?" Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture Then I tell lil Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya Im the best just listen, I aint what the game been missin Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve Ten shells, let em save themselves Fuck them niggas and they pals, pal, pow!

Lyrics from Live Performance Please welcome Dr. Donda West Forever, ever Can you hear me? Yeah Forever, ever Forever, forever, no Glorious, glory, glory, glory Glory, glory, glory, glory It feels good to be home And to all of you, I thank you so much for your support For your support of me for so many years And more importantly, for the work you continue to do What do you want me to talk about? Well, he said something that was a little bit dangerous He told me I could talk about anything I wanted to And you know, I am my sons mother The man I describеd in the introduction is being so decidеdly different, my son And what made the project extra special to me is I got a chance to share not only what he has meant to me But what he has meant to a generation As one writer said, we came from somewhere Not just from the wombs of our mothers and the seeds of our fathers But from a long line of generations who came before us Its the kingdom And the power And the glory Forever Its the kingdom And the power And the glory Forever Forever, yeah Forever, yeah Forever, forever, no, oh, yeah Glorius, glory, glory, glory What did I teach him? And why Kanye aint scared? Id rather deal with the shame than take the weight of the lie Every time we talk I just wait for the lies Every time I get the food, I just wait for the flies Look to send your prayers up, theyll be waitin in the sky My, my, my, Miss American Pie Was a hero after Katrina but that levy went dry Mom met my dad back in 75 Two years later, the chosen has arrived Holy, Holy, Holy Father Hold me in a ocean worth of Holy Water And Davids slingshot, hope it throws you farther You brought church to stadiums built for only soccer When the world built on lies, the truth is a threat Faith over the fortune, it kept you outta debt Its snakes in money pits that you aint found yet Crooks behind the scene like, "He aint drown yet?" Rain bills from the ranch til the whole town wet Gods grace rains down, thats the holy fountain Got twelve thousand acres full of holy mountains See, you almost didnt make it, who are you without Him? Holy, Holy, Holy Father Hold me in a ocean the size of Holy Water Man, if plan A worked, you wouldnt know your daughter For every tear you cried in South Carolina Its the kingdom And the power And the glory Forever Its the kingdom And the power And the glory Forever

Play me some pimpin, mane And Im ballin, Im, Im, and Im ballin, I And Im ballin, and Im ballin And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle Let em all in Let them fall in it Let them play with all the dollars Let them bathe in it House so large, put a maze in it Im the type that take your chick out for lunch In the middle of the White House lawn Then switch up, start filming porn Might tell the First Lady she can join Do what I want when I want Nigga you can keep them two pennies I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin lessons in it Now Im peelin off in a spaceship, with the ceiling She just want to show her titties off Carpet roll out, wanna hop off Bout to hit the club like golf balls Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs Come on, dog Im too high, hot air balloon All star, Im on another planet I just joined the fortune five hundred Now Im in the boardroom in pajamas And Im ballin, Im, Im, and Im ballin, I And Im ballin, and Im ballin And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle And Im ballin When youre boss you dont take shit, you dont call in So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin Folks aint never gonna get it, Ive been holding out long enough Scratch that, now Im on to somethin Fuck that, I aint letting up Cats gonna copy this shit They gonna wanna hold my awards Poor lil Juicy J, this year Im declaring war Fuck they upset with me for? Shut up J and be a decoy Who the fuck they thinkin we are? M-Town ride smokin blunts We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs Thats real dope See us Gd up, money talks, speak up Sleep, what for? I get some rest when I croak I want a new island to dock my new boat I went to the action and bought me a chopper Now I need a new helipad for my home And Im ballin, Im, Im, and Im ballin, I And Im ballin, and Im ballin And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, off the glass And Im ballin, and one And Im ballin, blow the whistle

This was founded years ago By broke slaves, years ago Who did not have, years ago By broke brothas in the 20s, years ago Who did not have when we could not eat Hmm, remember that? Eating all of our cereal with forks because we wanted to save the milk, do you remember that? Hmm? Do you remember all those Christmases when your mama walked in the room and pretended she was the tree, huh? Remember that?

Lyrics from Live Performance That she wrote Speech to the young, speech to the progress toward Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the son-slappers The self-soilers, the harmony-hushers Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be night Serve, flex I do work six Im like Mike Hes out of sight, woo, you done got me piped Two-man like Ike, six out the spot Into the night Yeah, Im shakin the drop Im still up on top I been have the bop The devil my opp, couldnt pay me to stop Couldnt pay me to— We gon raise our day, I done praised God That we been on bayside on the side of 85 with the pipe Serve, flex out the work, six Im like Mike, into the night Yeah, this life Im livin All the advice been tipped in Gave me that grip, no slippin Out of my mind, went trippin Tell me take two when Im on one That lookout like no one Kept it real tight like yo son Yeah We gon raise our way out the grave, dawg When we movin, shake off, watch us walk our graveyard, back to life Serve, fallin in worth, see with no sight Huh, lets get right, huh Bitch, I pop like type, huh And you know Im proud of my type, huh Prada bag, nigga, put that Prada and get me right, huh Takin cash nigga, pay in Prada, not payin in type Huh, pay me twice Still on side, huh, still outside Bitch, I just, huh, still outside Still outside, take one problem, nigga Take one problem, stay outside And Im still outside, Im still outside, still outside, huh Lets get right, huh, lets get right, uh, lets get right, uh, huh Lets get right, lets get , lets get right Lets get , lets get— Look at new themes, I opened my life Im subject to memes I signed a few niggas, I polished their dreams An angel on earth from under my wing Stop runnin to publish us Nigga, they publish the headlines and say the wrong things Yall treat your Lord and Savior like renters insurance, you know what I mean? Why do they bother to boom? I brought up the boom, I brought in the beam I need a new girl, my old one was mean I had to let go, forgave all them people that came to my shows I channel the bad bitches, all in abode I tell em to trust, I tell em the turbulence came with the life I gathered my sinners and asked if Im right, lets get it I just get right, bitch, huh Lets get right, lets get right, lets get right Aint on sight, its on sight Lyrics from Snippet Used to throw up my Uncles spaghetti Been totin totes since before I was ready Back when my momma told me that I was challenged That single black woman, you know that she petty I turned a heavy part to two million dollars I put that in total for today I gotta, I gotta put on the Virgil one time I swear the diamonds they lightin with time I know some white people servin the time I got a thing for me Doin it, pray for me Do it for all of my kind... Lyrics from Pusha T Snippet Been thinkin a lot, uh Been findin my bop, uh But when have I not? Uh Uh, yeah The devil my opp, uh Cant pay me to stop, uh My God at the top, oh

Thought you was ready for the jive talk And I thought you was ready for the switchblade Does the Audemars come with the square mind And the Rolex come with the big face? Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow Wobble loud, loud, loud, loud, loud We turnt up loud, we runnin wild For the gang, for the crown, for the team, for the town Make my trap niggas proud Goin down, down, down, down Ridin, showin me the money, givin me the handstand Showin me finesse moves, givin me the grand plan I dont understand now, I dont understand now Nigga, Smack DVD, Im standin hеre inside the streets I aint hеar a lil boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep Biggie standin with the sticks, bitches grittin on they teeth Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release I got diamond round my neck, twenty thousand Pay me my respect, pullin hunds up Tell a nigga "Yeah, you are not a threat" Frighten a nigga, yeah, bust it, no regret Nigga, choppa goin acapella, rock the roof for really I might spend a quarter milli, bein broke is my Achilles Nigga, bought the fuckin duty-free Liqour that Im buyin for some niggas that I only see inside of neon lighting Im not sayin this shit is top ten, but I been lit And I just took my ex back cause its vintage I got the Rari outside and its tinted, its sun tinted Never have to squint when you glimpse in Nigga, Smack DVD, Im standin here inside the streets I aint a hear a lil boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep Biggie standin with the sticks, bitches grittin on they teeth Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release Boy, Smack DVD, I got to pull with the creed Got to pull up on a creek, got to find out where it be How they trap with the streets For the money, hit the field, better put on Yeezy cleats Take me up, take me up, they say, "Ye, you done enough" Boy, I aint done enough until we run the number up Man, you talkin bout me, but oh, yeah, Im a thug Man, you talkin bout the president, I call the number up Man, you talkin bout Elon, I call the number up Man, you talk about Kim K, you know you effin up Could you talk to the mayor bout Breonna Taylor? I talked to the president for her, givin my life to the Lord Smack DVD, if we extinct, then what are we? Gotta cease with the murders, gotta pull up with the fleet Its a thousand black babies gettin murdered every day They dont know where to go, had to build a plan A Okay, Ye, this is me, what they gonna say to me? Im the only one out here that really gettin free Gotta build a family, had to build a family Its a do or damn way, everything that I pray, uh Nigga, Smack DVD, Im standin here inside the streets I aint a hear a lil boy, thirty niggas, thirty deep Biggie standin with the sticks, bitches grittin on they teeth Tell me what the fuck you want and you can sign the release

Uh When the people dont have land, they settle for brands They want Jesus polo sport and Obama again My foresight is incredible She pull the foreskin back-back like its edible Democracy is just a simulation, the government I just served over a billion, Im lovin it She got lightskin, nipples yeah, thats my favorite Shawn White lookin like hes working for the agents Wish a white dude wouldnt tell me about black lives Wasnt my choice, before my parents got me baptized Black oppression is a business I see they want to test me like the Litmus While Noah be fixin the EQ Im just waiting on the day I finally get Me-Tood Cause nigga did a lot of shit, uh They say I dont belong in politics, uh Came in this bitch, just a rich, hands out, ayy Check on your head and now you getting checked off Jump in the red Porche , sped off Pulled the poodle to your noodle, now you drippin red sauce I dont listen to your rap, got too many lies in it Dont come to my hood, you wouldnt survive in it They dont fuck with me cause they cant fuck with me, I get it Would say your girl pussy wet, but thatd be dry snitchin This time last year I was dead broke I was one day away from tryna sell coke Prolly woulda messed it up, been dead or in jail I was finna sell yay, till Ye hit me on his cell Like, "Damn, you done chewed dawg, alley oop dawg" We could run this whole shit, like Dre and Snoop Dogg, ayy Ayy, cash out You know the hos love to see you winnin You know the road when a nigga been there You know they all love a nigga when ya Rollin in my hoopty, it get me from A to B Im good in my hood, them niggas dont play with me This is Pardi, Flacko, Ye, them niggas they came to see We the ones who set the trends, what they gon say to me? What they gon say to me? We the ones who set the trends, man, thats just the way it be Ayy, ayy, pay it tall, pay it free In this bitch, a pregnancy Fuck a lame, legacy On dead nights, your bitch paid off of neck price, alone Wasnt financing , get my checks right Visit your mama, after cause the head right I spread the best advice, invest type Coulda got Kanye West outta debt twice Cause Im just tryna be the best being since Jesus But terms of condition will go over heads like the set price Hos like the set price Comparisons to fake mes, embarrassing If it matters, Im embarrassing Think about the state of mind Think about my mind state, its passive A few millis spent on bad habits, the other half went taxes And that goes to anybody with money in that bracket The state of rapping, the freshmens in all the classes All the super seniors mumblin rappin Mumblin and ramblin I cant find it hard to- I find it hard to find actual talent I find it challenging to find an actual challenge Fuck you

Ayy, shut the fuck up, bitch, you know who I are Point blank range, and Im shootin for the stars You niggas subpar and I just raised the bar You got Rollies on your wrist , this is Chopard Slide on your block like a fuckin go-kart My nigga A&R, still got an AR Bitches wanna kick it like my name Neymar She wanna be my first, bitch couldnt get a yard Stay back , where the fuckin antennas at Broke niggas always askin where the liquor at Hella tats, but I aint into goin tit for tat Fitted hat, to the back, fuck her, no cap This aint freeze tag, you play, Im gon react My hoes work, bitches know I put em on the map These bitches wanna suck it like a Similac I did what I does and we fucked, I dont take it back Dont bring that bullshit around me I got the ice and the pack on me Like an eyepatch, one of you gon see All you niggas aint schemin on me I got a Benz and a Bimmer on me Got the blow and the heater on me Got a Spanish bitch suckin on me Nigga, and I put that on me Bad bitch fuckin on me, homie Im with two hoes that I call one and only One ratchet, one bougie, you can call em R&B One blunt in between two fingers, world peace Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Im up there somewhere Hell yeah, fuck yeah, fresh air, what smell? Long hair, dont care, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You can get shot there and there and there and there and there Play it fair, fuck fair, its unfair, hell yeah I was 12, rich as hell, welfare farewell I done got too big, now the world is handheld I done broke a whole desert down to a sand drill Yeah, its on me and what its gon be? Its gon be money over bitches, not the homies Its gon be money over bitches, not the halo And if its on me, then we okay and thats a KO Mula, Tunechi Dont bring that bullshit around me I got the ice and the pack on me Like an eyepatch, one of you gon see All you niggas aint schemin on me I got a Benz and a Bimmer on me Got the blow and the heater on me Got a Spanish bitch suckin on me Nigga, and I put that on me Tyga, Tunechi Mula, baby Mu-Mula, baby Tyga is an inspiration, you know what Im sayin? It be a lot of clone ass niggas and shit, this niggas original Hes the first nigga to fuck with a Mustard beat, all this shit I fuck with this nigga for life, this that real king shit See yall recognize when yall in the presence of a king, a don, all this shit Like its very few niggas that inspire me, my nigga, period

I know youre tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody What you doin in the club on a Thursday? She say she only here for a girl birthday Ok, up on thursday They ordered champagne why they look thirsty? I know I got a bad reputation Walk-around-always-mad reputation Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation Its like the first time back in the basement Mmm, this that prom shit This that what-we-do-dont-tell-your-mom shit This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn shit Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch I know youre tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody Ooooh, yeeeee I know youre tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leaving this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody