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Kanye West
Mercy
Mercy by Kanye West (Ft. 2 Chainz, Big Sean & Pusha T)
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth It is a weepin' and a moanin' 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-I'm in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Woah, believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy Your chick, she so thirsty (Boy) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Boy) With your girl, she tryna jerk me Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (Shake, shake) Woah, make the ground move: that's an ass quake Built a house up on that ass: that's an ass-state Roll–roll–roll my weed on it: that's an ass tray Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day–day? (Huh?) I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (Huh?) Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay And niggas still hatin' So much hate, I need a AK (AK) Now we out in Paris, yeah, I'm Perrierin' White girls politickin': that's that Sarah Palin Get–get–get–get–get–gettin' hot, Californicatin' I give her that D, 'cause that's where I was born and raised in You might also like O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Yuugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-Man, this pill-poppin' ass ho I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins All she want is some heel money All she need is some bill money He take his time, he counts it out I weighs it up, that's real money Check the neck, check the wrist Them heads turnin': that's exorcist My Audemars like Mardi Gras That's Swiss time, and that's excellence Two-door preference Roof gone, George Jefferson That white frost on that pound cake So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo Lambo Murciélago She go wherever I go Wherever we go, we do it pronto, it's like— O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe (Swerve) 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, I'm fly to death I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the shit Tell 'em gimme fifty million or I'ma quit Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious Somethin' 'bout Mary, she gone off that molly Now the whole party is melting like Dalí Now everybody is movin' they body Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby (Yah) Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans (2 Chainz) Okay, now catch up to my campaign Coupe the color of mayonnaise I'm drunk and high at the same time Drinkin' champagne on the airplane (Tell 'em) Spit rounds like a gun range (Baow) Beat it up like Rampage Hundred bands, cut your girl Now your girl need a Band-Aid (Damn) Grade A, A1 Chain the color of Akon Black diamonds, backpack rhymin' Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yep) 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 (Rain) pourin' (Pourin') All my cars is foreign (Foreign) All my broads is foreign (Foreign) Money tall like Jordan O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve) O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve) Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve) I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve, believe) With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve) And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve) It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve) Which is the champion sound (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Believe, believe (Swerve) Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe, believe, believe, believe
1,149
Kanye West
Monster
Monster by Kanye West (Ft. Bon Iver, JAY-Z, Nicki Minaj & Rick Ross)
I shoot the lights out Hide 'til it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh Less talk, more head right now, huh And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial If you wanna make your number one your number two now" Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah" Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon' do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out 'Cause you'll never get on top of this So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh? Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus Head of the class and she just won a swallowship I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass You might also like Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert (Yeah) Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question, what do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles, I Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I Rape and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these niggas so one-track-minded But really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K "Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake" "She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Headed home) I, I crossed the limelight And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No) And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home (Head home) I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight) And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide And I, I wouldn't last these shows So I, I am headed home
2,412,669
Kanye West
Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1
Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1 by Kanye West (Ft. Kid Cudi)
You're the only power (Power) You're the only power that can You're the only power (Power) You're the only power that can Oh, oh, oh, father (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Who can I turn to? Nothin' unwanted After all, who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe If I don't turn to you Nothin' unwanted No other help I know, I stretch my hands I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na Who can I turn to? I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na After all, who can I turn to? If I ever instigated, I am sorry If I don't turn to you Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I No other help I know, I stretch my hands You might also like Now, if I fuck this model And she just bleached her asshole And I get bleach on my T-shirt I'ma feel like an asshole I was high when I met her We was down in Tribeca She'll get under your skin if you let her She'll get under your skin if you— (Uh) I don't even wanna talk about it I don't even wanna talk about it I don't even wanna say nothin' Everybody gon' say somethin' I'd be worried if they said nothin' Remind me where I know you from She lookin' like she owe you somethin' You know just what we want I wanna wake up with you in my— Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin' Nothin' unwanted After all, who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe If I don't turn to you Nothin' unwanted No other help I know I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na Who can I turn to? I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na After all, who can I turn to? If I ever instigated, I am sorry If I don't turn to you Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I No other help I know, I stretch my hands
2,413,549
Kanye West
Ultralight Beam
Ultralight Beam by Kanye West (Ft. Chance the Rapper, Kelly Price, Kirk Franklin & The-Dream)
(Yes, God) We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord) We want the lord (Yes, Jesus) And that's it (Yes, God) Hallej— hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus) Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God) Hallelujah, God (Yes, God) We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord) We want the lord (Yes, Jesus) And that's it (Yes, God) Hallej— hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus) Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God) I'm tryna keep my faith We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything This is everything Deliver us serenity Deliver us peace Deliver us loving We know we need it You know we need it You know we need it That's why we need You now, oh Pray for Paris Pray for the parents This is a God dream This is a God dream This is a God dream You might also like We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything Everything (Thing, thing, thing) I'm tryna keep my faith But I'm looking for more Somewhere I can feel safe And end my holy war I'm tryna keep my faith So why send oppression, not blessings? Why, oh, why'd You do me wrong? (More) You persecute the weak Because it makes You feel so strong (Safe) Don't have much strength to fight So I look to the light (War) To make these wrongs turn right Head up high, I look to the light Hey, 'cause I know that You'll make everything alright And I know that You'll take good care of Your child Oh, no longer am afraid of the night 'Cause I, I look to the light When they come for You, I will shield Your name I will field their questions, I will feel Your pain No one can judge They don't, they don't know They don't know Foot on the Devil's neck 'til it drifted Pangaea I'm moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia Treat the demons just like Pam I mean, I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina I been this way since Arthur was anteater Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap, the bam Tryna snap photos of familia My daughter look just like Sia, you can't see her You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail I made “Sunday Candy,” I'm never going to hell I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail He said, "Let's do a good ass job with 'Chance 3'" I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy Let's make it so free and the bars so hard That there ain't one gosh darn part you can't tweet This is my part, nobody else speak This is my part, nobody else speak This little light of mine Glory be to God, yeah I'ma make sure that they go where they can't go If they don't wanna ride, I'ma still give 'em raincoats Know what God said when He made the first rainbow Just throw this at the end if I'm too late for the intro Ugh, I'm just having fun with it You know that a nigga was lost I laugh in my head 'Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt Ugh, 'cause they'll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike You cannot mess with the light Look at lil' Chano from 79th We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything Everything (Yes, God) (Hallelujah) I'm tryna keep my faith (Yes, Jesus) But I'm looking for more Somewhere I can feel safe And end my holy war Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they're not good enough This prayer's for everybody that feel that they're too messed up For everyone that feels they've said "I'm sorry" too many times You can never go too far when you can't come back home again That's why I need... Faith, more, safe, war
158,615
Kanye West
Bound 2
Bound 2 by Kanye West
B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love Bound to fall in love Uh-huh, honey All them other niggas lame, and you know it now When a real nigga hold you down, you s'posed to drown (Bound to fall in love) Bound (B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love) Bound Uh-huh, honey What you doin' in the club on a Thursday? She say she only here for her girl birthday They ordered champagne but still look thirsty Rock Forever 21, but just turned thirty I know I got a bad reputation Walk-around-always-mad reputation Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation I turnt the nightclub out of the basement I'll turn the plane around, your ass keep complainin' How you gon' be mad on vacation? Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans Uh, this that prom shit This that what-we-do-don't-tell-your-mom shit This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn shit Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch You might also like I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin' (Oh) With nobody to love, nobody, no— Uh-huh, honey Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures One good girl is worth a thousand bitches (Bound to fall in love) Bound (Bound to fall in love) Bound Uh-huh, honey I wanna fuck you hard on the sink After that, give you somethin' to drink Step back, can't get spunk on the mink I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? Hey, you remember where we first met? Okay, I don't remember where we first met But hey, admittin' is the first step And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgivin' So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? Maybe we could still make it to the church steps But first, you gon' remember how to forget After all these long-ass verses I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept I know you're tired (Tired) of lovin', of lovin' With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leavin' this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody Uh-huh, honey Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth (Bound to fall in love) Bound (Bound to fall in love) Bound Uh-huh, honey
152,640
Kanye West
New Slaves
New Slaves by Kanye West
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill My mama was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the fairer skin Doin' clothes, you woulda thought I had help But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself You see it's broke nigga racism That's that "Don't touch anything in the store" And it's rich nigga racism That's that "Come in, please buy more" "What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain? All you blacks want all the same things" Used to only be niggas, now everybody playin' Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang New slaves You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower You might also like I throw these Maybach keys I wear my heart on the sleeve I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves They throwin' hate at me Want me to stay at ease Fuck you and your corporation Y'all niggas can't control me I know that we the new slaves I know that we the new slaves I'm 'bout to wild the fuck out I'm goin' Bobby Boucher I know that pussy ain't free You niggas pussy, ain't me Y'all throwin' contracts at me You know that niggas can't read Throw on some Maybach keys Fuck it, c'est la vie I know that we the new slaves Y'all niggas can't fuck with me Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye I'll move my family out the country So you can't see where I stay So go and grab the reporters So I can smash their recorders See, they'll confuse us with some bullshit Like the New World Order Meanwhile the DEA Teamed up with the CCA They tryna lock niggas up They tryna make new slaves See, that's that privately owned prison Get your peace today They prolly all in the Hamptons Braggin' 'bout what they made Fuck you and your Hampton house I'll fuck your Hampton spouse Came on her Hampton blouse And in her Hampton mouth Y'all 'bout to turn shit up I'm 'bout to tear shit down I'm 'bout to air shit out Now what the fuck they gon' say now? Nothing bad, nothing bad, noth— Noth-Noth—, —ing bad, noth— (Noth-Noth—) Bad, nothing bad, nothing bad Nothing— I won't end this fight, not this time again So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive And I'm not dyin', and I can't lose I can't lose, no, I can't lose 'Cause I can't leave it to you So let's get too high, get too high again Too high again, too high, ooh hoo-hoo-hooh, woo Yeah, h-h-h-high, h-high-high, high-high high-igh-high-high H-high-igh, yeah, high, high-igh Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt (Yeah, mhm-igh) Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén Az embereknek fájt a sötét Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk
1,295
Kanye West
Runaway
Runaway by Kanye West (Ft. Pusha T)
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, ladies and gentlemen) And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can She find pictures in my email I sent this bitch a picture of my dick I don't know what it is with females But I'm not too good at that shit See, I could have me a good girl And still be addicted to them hoodrats And I just blame everything on you At least you know that's what I'm good at You might also like And I always find, yeah, I always find Yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can Run away from me, baby Ah, run away Run away from me, baby (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Then run away Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can Run away from me, baby Run away Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at ya) Run away When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Why can't she just run away? Baby, I got a plan Run away as fast as you can (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet Comes with a price tag, baby, face it You should leave if you can't accept the basics Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know I did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew of that advantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day, you just up and leave And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them that I know Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs That'll never take work off Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can
167,180
Kanye West
Blood On the Leaves
Blood On the Leaves by Kanye West
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now It's been racin' since the summertime Now I'm holdin' down the summer now And all I want is what I can't buy now 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now And I told you to wait Yeah, I told you to wait So I'ma need a little more time now 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now And I thought you could wait Yeah, I thought you could wait These bitches surroundin' me (Black bodies) All want something out me Then they talk about me Would be lost without me We could've been somebody Thought you'd be different 'bout it Now I know you naughty So let's get on with it You might also like We could've been somebody 'Stead, you had to tell somebody Let's take it back to the first party When you tried your first molly And came out of your body And came out of your body Running naked down the lobby And you were screamin' that you love me Before the limelight tore ya Before the limelight stole ya Remember we were so young When I would hold you Before the blood on the leaves I know there ain't wrong with me Something strange is happenin' You could've been somebody We could've, ugh, we could've been somebody Or was it on the first party When we tried our first molly And came out of our body And came out of our body Before they call lawyers Before you tried to destroy us How you gon' lie to the lawyer? It's like I don't even know ya I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas I ride with my niggas, I'd die for my... To all my second-string bitches, tryin' get a baby Tryin' get a baby, now you talkin' crazy I don't give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert He only wanna see that ass in reverse Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid Then she said she pregnant-ated, that's the night your heart died Then you gotta go into your girl and report that Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that Now your driver say that new Benz, you can't afford that All that cocaine on the table, you can't snort that That go into that, all that money that the court got All in on that alimony, uh Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah 'Til death, but do your part, uh Unholy matrimony That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din long No waiting for the summer rose and (Breeze) And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And live and learn And live and learn And livin' and livin' like I’m lonely Lonely, lonely And livin' all I have And livin' all And live And live
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Black Skinhead
Black Skinhead by Kanye West
For my theme song (Black) My leather black jeans on (Black) My by-any-means on Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (Black) Enter the kingdom (Black) But watch who you bring home They see a black man with a white woman At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong Middle America packed in (Black) Came to see me in my black skin (Black) Number one question they're askin' Fuck every question you askin' (Black) If I don't get ran out by Catholics (Black) Here come some conservative Baptists Claiming I'm overreactin' Like them black kids in Chiraq, bitch Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it You might also like So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (Down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (Now) But there's nowhere to go (Now) And there's no way to slow (Down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it Stop all that coon shit (Black) Early morning cartoon shit (Black) This is that goon shit Fuck up your whole afternoon shit I'm aware I'm a wolf Soon as the moon hit I'm aware I'm a king Back out the tomb, bitch (Black) Black out the room, bitch (Black) Stop all that coon shit (Black) These niggas ain't doin' shit (Black) Them niggas ain't doin' shit Come on, homie, what happened? You niggas ain't breathin', you gaspin' These niggas ain't ready for action Ready—ready for action—action Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' I think I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300 like the Romans Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up 'cause this shit 'bout to go (Down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (Now) But there's nowhere to go (Now) And there's no way to slow (Down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God!
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No More Parties in LA
No More Parties in LA by Kanye West (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)
La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (La-a, la-a, la-a) Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) Please (Shake that body, party that bod—) Please (Shake that body, party that bod—) Please (Shake that body, party that body) Hey, baby, you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray-tan It was more than soft porn for the K-Man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" Um—well, cutie, I like your bougie booty Come, Erykah Badu-me—well, let's make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler I show you the ropes, connect the dots A country girl in North Hollywood Mama used to cook red beans and rice Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Music and iPhone cameras This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean He flew you in this motherfucker on first class Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said, "Baby, spin that 'round and say the alphabet backwards" You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence Just 'cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is The head still good, though; the head still good, though Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday Bottle service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity And yeah, G, I was all for it She said, "K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet I'ma put you on game for the lames that don't know they a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy" You might also like Scary, scary No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A Friday night, tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat—somethin' pretty Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Second-class bitches wouldn't let me on first base A backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds And the Louis Vuitton store got all of my pay stubs Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous When did I become A-list? I wasn't even on a list Strippers get invited to where they only got hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired And 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowin' the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em, really I remember Amber told my boy No matter what happens, she ain't goin' back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades I be paranoid every time, the pressure The problem ain't I be drivin', the problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint is baby 'Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him Had my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over; emcees, cancel your plans A thirty-eight-year-old eight-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took six months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out Goddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam Thank God for me! (Los Angeles) Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neckful Bitches say he fun-ny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money (Money, money, money!) Big, big money (Money, money, money!) And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker! I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know can take your pla—, pla—, pla— Please, no more parties in L.A. (Shake that body, party that body) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (Shake that body, party that body) No more parties in L.A. (Los Angeles) Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far Swish
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POWER
POWER by Kanye West
I'm living in that 21st century, doing something mean to it Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music No one man should have all that power The clock’s ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power (21st-century schizoid man) The system broken, the school's closed, the prison's open We ain't got nothing to lose, motherfucker, we rolling Huh? Motherfucker, we rolling With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands In this white man world, we the ones chosen So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning Huh? I'll see you in the morning This is way too much, I need a moment No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) You might also like Fuck SNL and the whole cast Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass More specifically, they can kiss my asshole I'm an asshole? You niggas got jokes You short-minded niggas' thoughts is Napoleon My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in I embody every characteristic of the egotistic He knows he's so fuckin' gifted I just needed time alone with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind, but couldn't open up my own vault My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catching up with me Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody With these responsibilities that they entrusted me As I look down at my diamond-encrusted piece Thinking no one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder 'Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) Colin Powells, Austin Powers Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation At the end of the day, goddamnit, I'm killing this shit I know damn well y'all feeling this shit I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with? How Ye doing? I'm survivin' I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin' Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hidin'? I got the power make your life so excitin' Now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Mmm, now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Now this will be a beautiful death Jumping out the window, letting everything go Letting everything go You got the power to let power go? (21st-century schizoid man)
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Famous
Famous by Kanye West (Ft. Rihanna)
Man, I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know Woo, woo Swizz told me let the beat rock (Oh) Oh For all my Southside niggas that know me best I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex Why? I made that bitch famous (Goddamn) I made that bitch famous For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best Why? They mad they ain't famous (Goddamn) They mad they still nameless (Talk that talk, man) Her man in the store tryna try his best But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh But we still hood famous (Goddamn) Yeah, we still hood famous I just wanted you to know I've loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free Wake up, Mr. West! Oh, he's up! I just wanted you to know You might also like I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin' That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin' She in school to be a real estate agent Last month I helped her with the car payment Young and we alive, whoo! We never gonna die, whoo! I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt Put one up in the sky The sun is in my eyes, whoo! Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo! No matter how hard they try, whoo! We never gonna die I just wanted you to know Get 'em! Bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam Let me see your middle finger in the air Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Let me see you act up in this motherfucker Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feelin', how you feelin', how you feelin' in this mother fucker, God damn Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam One thing you can't do is stop us now Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla Ayy, you can't stop the thing now Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Man, it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late, you can't fuck with us Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam To the left, to the right Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam I just wanted you to know I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know
3,720,959
Kanye West
All Mine
All Mine by Kanye West
Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle Fuck it up, fuck it up Pussy good, go 'n back it up Pipe her up, I'ma pipe her up Make her mine, I done fell in love Juicy thing, make that pussy sing One more time, baby, do it big Make it cry, come boohoo this shit Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle If I pull up with a Kerry Washington That's gon' be an enormous scandal I could have Naomi Campbell And still might want me a Stormy Daniels Sometimes you gotta bag the boss up I call that takin' Corey Gambles Find yourself up in the food court You might have to enjoy a sample All these thots on Christian Mingle Almost what got Tristan single If you don't ball like him or Kobe Guarantee that bitch gonna leave you Ayy, time is extremely valuable And I prefer to waste it on girls that's basic That's just some Ye shit Right now, let's do what we want Let's have a threesome: me, you, and a blunt I love your titties 'cause they prove I can focus on two things at once You might also like Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle Get the genie out the bottle Let me hit it raw like fuck the outcome Ayy, none of us'd be here without cum Ayy, if it ain't all about the income Ayy, ayy, let me see you go ahead and spend some Ayy, if you drivin' 'round in some Dri-Fit Ayy, I'ma think that you the type to dry snitch Hm, mhm, if I see you pull up with the three stripes Ayy, ayy, I'ma fuck around and make you my bitch Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it Crazy, that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lamp Get the genie out the bottle Get the genie out the bottle
3,756,523
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Ghost Town
Ghost Town by Kanye West (Ft. PARTYNEXTDOOR)
Someday, someday Someday I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown Someday, someday, someday I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday Hold up, hold up Someday, somedays, I remembered this on a Sunday Backway, yeah, way, way, burning, mhm-mhm Uh, somedays, I'm gonna tell everybody Somedays I wanna hit the red dot on everybody Somedays, ohh (Heatstroke) Everyday I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana Everyday I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh, yeah I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me Someday we gon' set it off Someday we gon' get this off Baby, don't you bet it all On a pack of Fentanyl You might think they wrote you off They gon' have to rope me off Someday the drama'll be gone And they'll play this song on and on Sometimes I take all the shine Talk like I drank all the wine Years ahead but way behind I'm on one, two, three, four, five No half-truths, just naked minds Caught between space and time This not what they had in mind But maybe someday You might also like I've been tryin' to make you love me But everything I try just takes you further from me Woah, once again I am a child I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah Of everything that I know, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
2,421,668
Kanye West
Wolves
Wolves by Kanye West (Ft. Sia & VIC MENSA)
Lost out, 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 out Turned out, how you thought Daddy found out That 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 Love you (Got to) Love you (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 out You might also like Cry, I'm not sorry Cry, who needs sorry when there's Hennessy? Don't fool yourself Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true Don't fire fight Yeah, I feel you burning, everything's burning Don't fly too high Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true I'm just bad for you I'm just bad, bad, bad for you I was lost and beat up Turned out, burned up You found me, through a heartache Didn't know me, you were drawn in I was lost and beat up I was warm flesh, on Caesar You found me, in your gaze Well, I found me, 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 and found out Yeah You gotta let me know if I could be your Joseph Only tell you real shit, that's the tea, no sip Don't trip, don't trip, that pussy slippery, no whip We ain't trippin' on shit, we just sippin' on this Just forget the whole shit, we could laugh about nothin' I impreg-a-nate your mind, let's have a baby without fuckin', yo I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow Ayy, I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's 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 'Fore she met Joseph, around hella thugs?" Cover Nori in lambs' wool We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves (What if Mary) "What if Mary (Was in the club) Was in the club 'Fore she met Joseph with no love?" Cover Saint in lambs' wool (And she was) We surrounded by (Surrounded by) The fuckin' wolves
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I Love Kanye
I Love Kanye by Kanye West
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the Go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye See, I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye What if Kanye made a song about Kanye Called "I Miss The Old Kanye"? Man, that'd be so Kanye That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye And I love you like Kanye loves KanyeYou might also like
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Gold Digger
Gold Digger by Kanye West (Ft. Jamie Foxx)
She take my money when I'm in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger Way over town that digs on me (Uh) (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far as girls, you got a flock I can tell by your charm and your arm" But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her? My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids And I gotta take all they bad asses to ShowBiz? Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in We all went to din' and then I had to pay If you fuckin' with this girl, then you better be paid You know why? It take too much to touch her From what I heard she got a baby by Busta My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her You might also like (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV any given Sunday Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walkin' 'round lookin' like Michael with your money Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money If you ain't no punk Holla, "We want prenup! We want prenup!" (Yeah!) It's somethin' that you need to have ‘Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on the eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasn't his? (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But while y'all washin', watch him He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes This week, he moppin' floors, next week, it's the fries So stick by his side I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice And they gon' keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl And when he get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head Let me hear that back
2,403,628
Kanye West
Real Friends
Real Friends by Kanye West (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)
Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends It's not many of us, we smile at each other But how many honest? Trust issues Switched up the number, I can't be bothered I cannot blame you for havin' an angle I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing Hope you're doin' your thing too I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions Fuck the church up by drinkin' at the communion Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'? Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you not the problem Damn, I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? When was the last time I remembered a birthday? When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime Even when we was young I used to make time Now we be way too busy just to make time Even for my... You might also like Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was (Was) Couldn't tell you how old your son is (Is) I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg (Dawg) Plus I already got one kid (Kid) Couldn't tell you much about the fam though I just showed up for the yams though Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? (Shit) Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with (With) Please don't pressure me with that bill shit (Shit) 'Cause everybody got 'em that ain't children Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries To be honest, dawg, I ain't feelin' your energy Money turn your kin into an enemy Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be Lookin' for real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin (Yeah yeah) To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many? For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, "What's up, fam? Hope you good" You say, "I'm good, I'm great," the next text they ask you for somethin' How many? What's best for your family, immediate or extended Any argument, the media'll extend it I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him Real friends Huh? Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him Uh, I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
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Kanye West
Off The Grid
Off The Grid by Kanye West (Ft. Fivio Foreign & Playboi Carti)
What? Yeah Boy (What?) We off the grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid For when my kid kid kids have kids Everything we did for the crib Everything we did, how we live (What?) All this smoke got a scent All that smoke heaven sent (Scent) Everything I spoke, what I meant (Ah) Never disguise my intent, lines outside the event Brought my life out the trench God, thank God, look what He did, did, did, did, did, did We off the grid, grid, grid, grid, grid (Ayy) What? We off the grid, grid, grid, grid I'm off the grid (Homicide, homicide, what?) Got tats on my ribs (Ah), tattoos on my ribs (What?) I just tattеd my kid, Onyx (Slatt) I just threw twenty K on thesе ****, we was at Onyx (Ah, what?) I just bought me some brand new clothes, Dover Street Market (Givenchy) Ayy, we just took the route to Charlotte (Yeah, ah, what? Yeah) I'm in the Rolls-Royce **** on—what you call it? (Yeah, yeah) I light a opp blunt and let your **** try it (Ah) Uh, them off the grid, I'm on a **** diet (What?) You might also like We off the grid, grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid, kid Everything we did for the crib did here Flexin' with the business trip Going cray, take some G6 Lit, lit, '76 He spit this We off the grid, grid, grid Yeah, look, when I was in jail, I was lowkey (Uh) Shout out to supporters that wrote me Eat food, work out and then go sleep You know I'm prayin', He carryin' both feet (Yeah) **** know we got God with us (God with us) You look at me and see a God figure (Uh) And when I start vibin', I know that He with me And I'ma always catch a hard shiver (Uh) I know it's demons in that dark liquor (Uh) We buy a bottle and squash with ya (Uh) Everybody turn into a harsh **** But my pockets bigger and my heart richer (Uh) My mind smarter, my grind harder (Skrr) And my car quicker (Skrrt) I met her in church, she pray for me She my God-sister (She my God-sister, yeah) I'm only trustin' the people I keep close **** sellin' they soul for a repost Remember when I was broke, wearin' cheap coats Now it's diamonds and houses and C notes (Uh) ****, I'm feelin' marvelous (I'm feelin' marvelous) Who let the monster loose? (Who let the monster loose? Huh) They call me a product of my environment (Uh) I tell them, "Nah, I'm what God produced" (Baow) Defense good, and them guards can shoot (Baow) I put 'em on you, it get hard to move Tattoo in my face is the mark of truth Gotta watch what you say when they market you (Huh) I already predicted this (I already predicted this, huh) Y'all only witnessed it (Y'all only witnessed it) Look, got a couple old friends that I'm not really clickin' with I know they pray that we settle our differences I pray that they lower all my **** sentences I got some demons I'm not even dealin' with They in they feelings, I'm not really feelin' it And I know some members that gave back they membership ****, you switched up, huh, like how you not feelin' me? Look, I act like I care, but I don't really care Now I live in a new buildin' with amenities I got a new ceilin' with a chimney I got a few **** wanna finish me I don't get too friendly with the enemy You gotta move different when you in the industry, woo, yeah You gotta move different when you in the industry, huh You gotta move different when you in the, look God blessed me with amazing grace (Uh) She fell in love with my day to day (Uh) I just want my problems to fade away (Uh) Man, I'm tired of ****, I need Gatorade Boy, I got on my feet and I made a name And I made it a necklace, huh When you from the bottom and you workin' hard Just to get to the top, then they gotta respect it If you got a voice, then you gotta project it If you got a wrong, then you gotta correct it If you got a name, then you gotta protect it If you give me shock, then you gotta electric (Woo) Tryna live a new life, so I got a new plan that I gotta finesse with (Look, yeah) 'Cause they want me to lose, they ain't part of the Woos I been tryin' so hard not to move reckless We off the grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid, kid Everything we did for the crib did here Flexin’ with the business trip Going cray, take some G6 (Ah) Lit, lit, '76 He split lids, then ask for shade, tsk-tsk-tsk Take this trip, trip, trip, this, this This, this, this, this You all still lit, lit, lit I'm off the grid, grid, grid, grid Off the grid, grid, grid, grid First, it go viral, then they get digital Then they get critical, no, I'm not doin' no interview Mask on my face, you can't see what I'm finna do Had to move away from people that's miserable Don't wanna link you, I ain't finna sit with you Ain't finna talk to you, ain't finna get with you Don't get me mad 'cause I don't wanna injure you She put my paintings inside of her living room Look at the problems and issues I'm livin' through They tryna drown me, I rise to my pinnacle Walked through the block like the neighborhood general Drop me the lo' and then that's where I send it to I was forgettin' you, now I remember, now I remember Did what I want and I say what I want And I thought you was with me, like how you get sensitive? I got this God power, that's my leverages I got this Holy Water, that's my beverages I gotta help myself out of selfishness I just bought a floor out of Selfridges I gotta make sure they know who they messin' with I gotta tell 'em "sorry," they too delicate I gotta stay with God where the blessings is I ain't deliverin' Heavenly messages just for the hell of it Don't try to test me, I keep it clean, but it can get messy I talk to God every day, that's my bestie They playin' soccer in my backyard, I think I see Messi And this money could never neglect me I pray that my family, they never resent me And she fell in love with me soon as she met me We both got a bag but my bag is more heavy We had to stop countin', it's gettin' too petty You not a real stepper, you can't overstep me Just sit back and listen and watch how He bless me He wait 'til I fall and then pull up and catch me Your check is too small, you can't run up and check me Nah, nah, I get 'em fast, see You feel a way, then go pull up and get me Might do somethin' wild if I feel like you press me Nah, I get 'em fast, see You feel a way, then go pull up and get me Might do somethin' wild if I feel like you press me We off the grid, grid, grid This for my kid, kid, kid For when my kid, kid, kids have kids Everything we did for the crib Pray for what folks and them did Only thing we pray God forgive-give-give May God forbid-bid-bid He hit one of the kids, kids, kids Took off His list, list, list Look what they did, did, did Pray for the crib, crib, crib Some say A-A-Adam could never be bla-a-ack 'Cause a black man'll never share his rib, rib, rib, rib, rib, rib
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Can’t Tell Me Nothing
Can't Tell Me Nothing by Kanye West
La, la, la la (Yeah) Wait 'til I get my money right I had a dream I could buy my way to Heaven When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace I told God I'd be back in a second Man, it's so hard not to act reckless To whom much is given, much is tested Get arrested, guess until he get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what I do? Act more stupidly Bought more jewelry, more Louis V My mama couldn't get through to me The drama, people suing me I'm on TV talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel, man I ain't one of the Cosbys, I ain't go to Hillman I guess the money should've changed him I guess I should've forgot where I came from La, la, la la (Ayy!) Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Haha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Yeah!) You might also like Let up the suicide doors This is my life, homie, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell ya who decide wars So I parallel double-parked that motherfucker sideways Old folks talking 'bout, "Back in my day" But homie, this is my day Class started two hours ago, oh, am I late? No, I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis Ooh, they so sensitive Don't ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apolog'ing Let me know if it's a problem then Aight, man, holla, then La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la (Yeah!) Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past He don't even stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors He can drive off of fumes 'cause How he move in a room full of no's? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure, what's your pleasure? Life is a–uh–depending how you dress her So if the Devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada I'm in between, but way more fresher With way less effort 'Cause when you try hard, that's when you die hard Your homies looking like, "Why, God?" When they reminisce over you, my God La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing La, la, la la Wait 'til I get my money right La, la, la la Then you can't tell me nothing, right? (I'm serious, nigga, I got money)
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Kanye West
Devil In a New Dress
Devil In a New Dress by Kanye West (Ft. Rick Ross)
Uh Uh I love it, though I love it, though, huh, you know? Uh, put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us In that magic hour, I seen good Christians Make brash decisions, oh, she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She putting on her makeup, she casually allure Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime You might also like Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin' to the congregation We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan Satan, Satan, Satan I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see, I always loved that sense of humor But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me, could you be more phony? Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue? Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh) Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore, G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh) Getting 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller I'm makin' love to the angel of death Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh) Uh
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Kanye West
Gorgeous
Gorgeous by Kanye West (Ft. Kid Cudi & Raekwon)
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with thirty 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 that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole 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, get it? You might also like Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a Black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off of this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest, nigga, I must have missed it Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool" It's been a while since I watched the tube 'Cause like a Crip set, 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 And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach? I guess that's why they got me sitting in fuckin' coach My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffin' coke It's not funny anymore, try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever, who has it? You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That, y'all, it's like that, y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me Forgot about two things, my Black balls Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Ayy, yo I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes Counting up, smoking, one cuff Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it Steam about a hundred and one L's Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson Nigga hat game was special It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black Dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye Not for nothing, I've forseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
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Kanye West
Pt. 2
Pt. 2 by Kanye West (Ft. Desiigner)
Faaaaaaaa— (Perfect) Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you Up in the mornin', miss you bad Sorry I ain't call you back, same problem my father had All this time, all he had, all he had And what he dreamed, all his cash Market crashed, hurt him bad People get divorced for that Dropped some stacks, pops is good Mama passed in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Drivin' fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm comin' back I'll be takin' all the stacks, oh I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Hittin' off licks in the bando Takin' all the stacks, oh Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Stacks, oh Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Sellin' bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me You might also like I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey) I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda) Panda, panda, panda, panda Takin' all the stacks, oh I got broads in Atlanta Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace, shit like Desiigner Takin' all the stacks, oh Whole bunch of lavish shit They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killin' on camera My joy How can I find you? Who do you turn to? How do I bind you? If I don't turn to you No other help I know, I stretch my hands
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Kanye West
Dark Fantasy
Dark Fantasy by Kanye West
You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered-down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago They made it sound all wack and corny Yes, it's awful blasted boring Twisted fictions, sick addiction Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh You might also like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago That's me the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Mi no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-Town nigga with a Nas flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Look like a fat booty Celine Dion Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leona Lewis Beyond the truest Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students? And refresh the page and restart the memory? Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy? We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what's worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin' down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull the toys And fire up the engines, huh And then they make noise Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh At the mall, there was a seance Just kids, no parents Then the sky filled with herons Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn't spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress And woke up back in Paris Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
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Kanye West
Saint Pablo
Saint Pablo by Kanye West (Ft. Sampha)
Yeah-yeah, 9:08 L.A. time Back in the lab and shit My wife said, I can't say no to nobody And at this rate, we gon' both die broke Got friends that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt And like my wife said, I still didn't say no People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter My friends' best advice was to stay low I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills Especially when you got family members on payroll The media said it was outlandish spendin' The media said he's way out of control I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin' I'm not out of control, I'm just not in their control I know I'm the most influential That TIME cover was just confirmation This generation's closest thing to Einstein So don't worry about me, I'm fine I can see a thousand years from now in real life Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like Troll conventional thought, don't need to question I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive Thank God for Jay Electra, he down with the mission Did it with no permission, on our own conditions Most blacks with money have been beaten to submission Yeezy with the big house, did it way different Never listen to Hollywood producers Don't stare at money too long, it's Medusa The ultimate Gemini has survived I wasn't supposed to make it past 25 You might also like Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Yeah, I feel like I'm home, yeah, yeah I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro If the phone ringin', go and get your kids, ho Brother Don Muhammad told the minister about the presentation He sat back and smiled Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout, "How my neck look?" Well, it all looks great Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard Real family stick together and see through the mirage The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary? I am one with the people I am one with the people (Real!) I've been woken from enlightened man's dream Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self-esteem Let me not say too much or do too much 'Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin' God, I have humbled myself before the court Drop my ego when confidence was my last resort I know, I know He got a plan, I know I'm on Your beams One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see I would've took a hundred million and gave twenty to Hov I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks 'Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go We all go Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo Modern-day MJ, with a off-the-wall flow Nightlife, walk all over me Walk all over me I'm deliverin' everything I've ever sent that you'll bring Fly, fly, fly overseas Fly overseas Oh, anywhere, everything but in between Oh, yeah Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Please face me when I speak Please say to me somethin' before you leave You've been treatin' me like I'm invisible, now I'm visible to you Oh, the invisible truth stay sober I can't quite understand the games you play Understand, understand, understand I'm standin' under oath And I promised I, I wouldn't fall anymore But I'm cryin' at the bar I'm wishin' that you saw my scars, man I'm wishin' that you came down here and stood by me And looked at me like you knew me But I feel so alone Like I don't know anyone except the night sky above Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife (Father, Father, Father in the night sky)
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Kanye West
Hold My Liquor
Hold My Liquor by Kanye West
I can hold my liquor But this man can’t handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town I'm onto Indiana I heard it in the radio now I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas, they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Bitch, I'm back out my coma Wakin' up on your sofa When I parked my Range Rover Slightly scratched your Corolla Okay, I smashed your Corolla I'm hangin' on a hangover Five years we been over Ask me why I came over One more hit and I can own ya One more fuck and I can own ya One cold night in October Pussy had me floatin' Feel like Deepak Chopra Pussy had me dead Might call 2Pac over Yeezy's all on your sofa These the Red Octobers Still ain't learn me no manners You love me when I ain't sober You love me when I'm hungover Even when I blow doja Then her auntie came over Skinny bitch with no shoulders Tellin' you that I'm bogus Bitch, you don't even know us "Baby girl, he's a loner Baby girl, he's a loner" Late-night organ donor After that, he disown ya After that, he's just hopeless Soul mates become soulless "When it's over, it's over" And, bitch, I'm back out my coma You might also like Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't hear your phone Oh, I wanna phone home I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas, they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me I heard you need a new fad (A new girl, a new girl) I heard you need a new stack (A new girl, a new girl) I heard you need a new phone (A new girl, a new girl) I know your 'rents ain't be home (A new girl, a new girl) Callin' up your uncle's place (A new girl, a new girl) Shit's all over the place (A new girl, a new girl) I don't hear your phone (A new girl, a new girl) Oh, I wanna phone home (A new girl, a new girl)
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FML
FML by Kanye West (Ft. The Weeknd)
I been waiting for a minute For my lady So I can't jeopardize that for one of these hoes I been livin' without limits As far as my business I'm the only one that's in control I been feeling all I've given For my children I will die for those I love God, I'm willing To make this my mission Give up the women Before I lose half of what I own I been thinking 'Bout my vision Pour out my feelings Revealing the layers to my soul My soul The layers to my soul Revealing the layers to my soul They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me You might also like See, before I let you go One last thing I need to let you know You ain't never seen nothing crazier than This nigga when he off his Lexapro Remember that last time in Mexico? Remember that last time, the episode? Asking me why the hell I text in code? Four times just to say, "Don't text me, ho" Told you four times, "Don't test me, ho" And we finna lose all self-control But you ain't finna be raising your voice at me Especially when we in the Giuseppe store But I'ma have the last laugh in the end 'Cause I'm from a tribe called "Check-a-ho" Yeah, I'ma have to laugh in the end 'Cause I'm from a tribe called "Check-a-ho" And I... They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't 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 Don't stop your loving Don't stop for nothing No, not for nothing They don't wanna see me love you Don't now, don't stop it They always love it They always wanna They don't wanna see me love you See through the veil They don't wanna see me love you And forget all your cares They don't wanna see me love you Throw them Throw them away Ooh, life's a feeling and Ooh, the body is a feeling, yeah
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Waves
Waves by Kanye West (Ft. Chris Brown)
Turn it up! Step up in this bitch like (Turn it up!) I'm the one your bitch like Yeah, I'm the one your bitch like (Turn it up!) And I be talkin' shit like I ain't scared to lose a fistfight (Turn it up!) And she grabbin' on my, like She wanna see if it'll fit right That's just the wave (Turn it up!) (Yeah) Waves don't die Let me crash here for the moment, yeah I don't need to own it No lie Waves don't die, baby Let me crash here for a moment (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baby, I don't, I don't need to own you (Turn it up!) Sun don't shine in the shade, ugh (Turn it up!) Bird can't fly in a cage, ugh (Turn it up!) Even when somebody go away (Turn it up!) The feelings don't really go away That's just the wave You might also like (Yeah) Waves don't die Let me crash here for the moment I don't need to own it No lie Waves don't die, baby Let me crash here for a moment (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baby, I don't, I don't need to own you No lie No lie No lie You set the night on fire I'm still gon' be here in the morning No lie (Humming) No lie (Yeah) Ooh, babe, ooh, baby, oh, yeah You set the night on fire I'm still gon' be here in the morning No lie
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All of the Lights
All of the Lights by Kanye West
All of the lights Lights, lights All of the lights Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Fast cars, shooting stars All of the lights, all of the lights Until it's Vegas everywhere we are (All of the lights) If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life Somethin' wrong, I hold my head MJ gone, our nigga dead I slapped my girl, she called the feds I did that time and spent that bread I'm heading home, I'm almost there I'm on my way, heading up the stairs To my surprise, a nigga replacing me I had to take him to that ghetto university You might also like (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Restraining order, can't see my daughter Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order Public visitation, we met at Borders Told her she take me back, I'll be more supportive I made mistakes, I bumped my head Them courts sucked me dry, I spent that bread She need her daddy, baby, please Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own Unemployment line, credit card declined Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind? And also was about to do that line 'Kay, okay, you know we going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say)
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Lift Yourself
Lift Yourself by Kanye West
Hard to see, ooh The hang ups we have today Said we need to strive for more liberty Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Lift yourself up on your feet, let's get it on Hard to see, ooh The hang ups we have today Said we need to strive for more liberty Lift yourself up on your feet Lift yourself up on your feet Lift yourself up on your feet Lift yourself up on your feet Lift You might also like Lift your—, lift your—, lift yourself Lift-lift your—, lift your—, lift your—, lift your—, lift-lift Hard to see, ooh The hang ups we have today-ay-ay But they don't really realize, though Said we need to strive for more liberty This next verse, this next verse though Lift yourself up on your feet These bars Lift yourself up on your feet Watch this, go Poopy-di scoop Scoop-diddy-whoop Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop Poop-di-scoopty Scoopty-whoop Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop Poop, poop Scoop-diddy-whoop Whoop-diddy-scoop Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop
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All Day
All Day by Kanye West (Ft. Allan Kingdom, Paul McCartney & Theophilus London)
All day, nigga Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy All day, nigga How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How many runners do you got on call? All day, nigga Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga This Ye, nigga Shoppin' for the winter and it’s just May, nigga Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures For that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, nigga Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, nigga Told him I've been on ten since the 10th grade, nigga Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh I don't let 'em play with me I don't let 'em talk to me no kind of way Uh, they better watch what they say to me Niggas still gettin' popped on the day to day Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga Might spend 50 racks on my off day, nigga You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah You a Rico Suave nigga Ride 'round listen to Sade, nigga If you ain't with us, you in our way, nigga You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga 'Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga Your bitch got a ass, but my broad way thicker Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always All day, nigga You might also like I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment, I dispersed At that moment, I dispersed All day, nigga How-h-how long you ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How long it take you to get this fly, fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high, high? All day, nigga Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died, all day, nigga And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side, all day, nigga You already know I’m straight from the Chi, all day, nigga South, south, south side! All day, nigga I could do this all day, boy, I'm finna turn this bitch out Any day Ye in the streets, boy, there's been a mothafuckin' drought Don't really matter what I make, boy, you know I still go wild Like a light-skinned slave, boy, we in the mothafuckin' house Right now, you lookin' real sus right now I swear I've been on this flight like a month right now Stupid niggas gettin' money, Forrest Gump right now Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now They've been lookin' at the Gram, I've been lookin' at the Grammys Like, huh, that's us right now (Right now) 24/7, 365 days, everybody gettin' paid (Go crazy) Niggas lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJs People saying, "Ye, Ye, take it easy" 20 Gs for the Yeezys off of eBay Niggas do the most and they ain't done shit Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch (Hands up, hands up, hands up) Hands up, hands up, hands up So won't you dance? Ayy, ayy ayy ayy (All day, nigga) I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed Get low, alright Get low, alright What up? Alright, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright South, south, south side! All day, nigga Whistling Well, well, well, let me run (Let me run) Let me run to see who came undone You've been right in my face Let me run 'til you're off my case Woah-woah, woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah Woah-woah, woah-woah 1KEmbed
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Blame Game
Blame Game by Kanye West (Ft. John Legend)
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and my first resort You call me motherfucker for long At the end of it, you know we both were wrong But I love to play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure On the bathroom wall I wrote "I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" I took a piss and dismiss it like "fuck it" And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fuckin' self 'Til about 2 a.m. and I call back And I hang up and I start to blame myself Somebody help You might also like Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure You weren't perfect, but you made life worth it Stick around, some real feelings might surface Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom Grippin' you up, fuckin' and chokin' you What the hell was I supposed to do? I know you ain't gettin' this type of dick from that local dude And if you are, I hope you have a good time 'Cause I definitely be havin' mine And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional Every time I hear about other niggas is strokin' you Lie and say I hit you, he sittin' there consoling you Runnin' my name through the mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm callin' your brother's phone, like, what was I supposed to do? Even though I knew he never told the truth He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to At a certain point, I had to stop asking questions Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl You gettin' blackmailed for that white girl You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl You'll probably find one of them 'I like art'-type girls" "All of the lights," she was caught in the hype, girl And I was satisfied bein' in love with a lie Now who to blame? You to blame? Me to blame? For the pain And it poured every time when it rained Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Things used to be, now they not Anything but us is who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity We erased one another So far from where we came With so much of everything How do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely Chloe Mitchell Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing And when the phone called, it just ring and ring You ain't pick up, but your phone accidentally called me back And I heard the whole thing I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing, whole thing Oh my God Baby, you done took this shit to another motherfuckin' level Now, a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be gettin' no pussy like this Goddamn, goddamn Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? (Yeezy taught me) You never used to talk dirty, but now you goddamn disgusting My, my God, where'd you learn that? (Yeezy taught me) Look at you, motherfuckin' butt-ass-naked With them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on Who taught you how to put some motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on? (Yeezy taught me) Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy now, shit You done went all porno on a nigga, okay? And I-I-I-I, I love it, and I thank you I thank you, my dick thanks you How'd you learn, how, how did your pussy game come up? (Yeezy taught me) I was fuckin' parts of your pussy I'd never fucked before I was in there like, "Oh shit, I never been here before I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before" It's like you got this shit reupholstered or some shit What the fuck happened? Who, who the fuck got your pussy all reupholstered? (Yeezy reupholstered my pussy) You know what, I got to thank Yeezy And when I see that nigga, I'ma thank him I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker I'ma shoot a bootlegger That's how good I feel about this nigga Ah I still can't believe you got me this watch This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted With the bezel? This is the motherfucker I wanted I saw this shit, I saw it, Twista had this shit on in The Source I 'member, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source That's right, that's right Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this the best birthday ever Where'd you learn to treat a nigga like this? (Yeezy taught me) Yeezy taught you well Yeezy taught you well
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I Am a God
I Am a God by Kanye West (Ft. God)
Blazin', mi don't want dem Mi need dem Blazin Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated I am a God I am a God I am a God I am a God Hurry up with my damn massage Hurry up with my damn ménage Get the Porsche out the damn garage I am a God Even though I'm a man of God My whole life in the hand of God So y'all better quit playin' with God You might also like Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you 'Cause kissin' people ass is so unlike you The only rapper compared to Michael So here's a few hatin'-ass niggas to fight you And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what niggas might do Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they ain't never liked you Pink-ass polos with a fuckin' backpack But everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin' Monop' in this bitch again, changed the climate Hop in this bitch to give Saint the garment Until the day I get struck by lightning I am a God So hurry up with my damn massage In a French-ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants I am a God I am a God I am a God Ahh! Ahh! I just talked to Jesus He said, "What up, Yeezus?" I said, "Shit—I'm chillin' Tryna stack these millions" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa, su casa That's our cosa nostra I am a God I am a God I am a God Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ain't no way I'm givin' up, I'm a God
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So Appalled
So Appalled by Kanye West (Ft. CyHi, JAY-Z, Pusha T, RZA & Swizz Beatz)
One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous I'm so appalled, Spalding, ball Balding Donald Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby, you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind, I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin' hole through the wall But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean, goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweeping That know we get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Would be the same day MTV play videos That was a little joke, voila Praises due to the most high, Allah Praises due to the most fly, Prada Baby, I'm magic, tada Address me as your highness, high as United Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited Niggas be writing bullshit like they gotta work Niggas is going through real shit, man, they out of work That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt That's why I'd rather spit something that got a purp' You might also like Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous How should I begin this? I'm just so offended How am I even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners? I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall Just to show niggas how much more I have in store I'm fresher than you all, so I don't have to pause All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers Dark Knight feeling, die and be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain I went from the favorite to the most hated But would you rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossas And Hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused I lost thirty mil', so I spent another thirty 'Cause unlike Hammer, thirty million can't hurt me Fuckin' insane, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fuckin' not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning they little bridges, fuckin' ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one Blackjack, I just pulled an ace As you looking at the king in his face Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watchin' it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith Range Rove', leather roof, love war, fuck a truce Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness I speak the gospel, hostile Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for more Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call Flow similar to the legends of the falls Spillin', I own you all, yuugh One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous Hah, I am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favorite, hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it The new Commandment, "Thou shalt not hate, kid" My movement is like the Civil Rights, I'm Ralph David Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May She found out about April, so she chose to march Hah, damn, another broken heart I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's Ark I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart, hah G-A-T in the Pathfinder 'Cause you haters got PhDs Y'all just some major haters and some math minors Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron Ayy, yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress You know that shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous Fuckin' ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Two hands in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous One hand in the air if you don't really care Middle finger in the air if you don't really care It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh?
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I’m In It
I'm In It by Kanye West
Damn, your lips very soft As I turn my Blackberry off And I turn your bathwater on And you turn off your iPhone Careless whispers, eye fuckin', bitin' ass Neck, ears, hair, legs, eating ass Your pussy's too good, I need to crash Your titties, let 'em out, free at last Thank God almighty, they free at last We was up at the party but we was leavin' fast Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas I'm lyin', I needed condoms, don't look through the glass Chasin' love, all the bittersweet hours lost Eatin' Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce Tell your boss you need an extra hour off Get you super wet after we turn the shower off That's all dem can do (Say wah? Say wah? Say wah? Say wah?) That's all dem can do We deal with action ting Just a badman ting a-dat man do Action ting, yo, a badman ting I'm a badman if you know say Disrespect we no tek, no way José Try that 'pon February the 30th That's right, couldn't try that no day When we roll 'round 'pon your block Nuh badda feel seh we won't spray, like a aerosol can When we roll 'round 'pon your block Nuh badda feel seh we won't spray, like an aerosol can We a gon' smile 'pon court day Becuh we beat murder charge like O.J You might also like That's right, I'm in it (Should've known I would fall) I'm in it (Steppin' on cracks on the floor) That right (And your boys at your door) That's right, I'm in it (Well, you need to fight for your own) That's right, I'm in it (Then don't let me at your table) I'm in it (If you just gonna lay there) Damn right (Fist jumps in the air, you love flame wars) (I'll be gone long, grab that ass, shed your clothes) Uh, picked up where we left off Uh, I need you home when I get off Uh, you know I need that wet mouth Uh, I know you need that reptile Uh, she cut from a different textile Uh, she love different kinds of sex now Uh, black girl sippin' white wine Put my fist in her like a civil rights sign And grabbed it with a slight grind And held it 'til the right time Then she came like AAAAAHHH! That's why I'm in it and I can't get out That's all dem can do (Say wah? Say wah? Say wah? Say wah?) That's why I'm in it and I can't get out (That's all dem can do) That's all dem can do We deal with action ting Just a badman ting a-dat man do That's right I'm in it I'll be gone long, grab that ass, shed your clothes Say you long for me, for you Lay it off with all your rules Star fucker Star fucker Star fucker Who, where? Time to take it too far now Uh, Michael Douglas out the car now Uh, got the kids-and-the-wife life Uh, but can't wake up from the nightlife Uh, I'm so scared of my demons Uh, I go to sleep with a nightlight Uh, my mind move like a Tron bike Uh, pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist Uh, I'm finna start a new movement Uh, being led by the drums Uh, I'm a rap-lic priest Uh, gettin' head by the nuns Uh, they don't play what I'm playin' Uh, they don't see what I'm sayin' Uh, they be ballin' in the D-League Uh, I be speakin' Swaghili
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Facts (Charlie Heat Version)
Facts (Charlie Heat Version) by Kanye West
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 G-G-G-Good work, Charlie (Perfect!) Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman (You!) 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 ain't have Drizzy, man, they would have nothin', woo! If Nike ain't have Don C, man, they would have nothin', ooh! But I'm all for the family, tell 'em, "Get your money" Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, they line up for days Nike out here bad, they can't give shit away I stuck to my roots, I'm like Jimmy Fallon I ain't dropped the album but the shoes went platinum (Woo!) Every time I talk, they say I'm too aggressive I was out here spazzin', now y'all get the message?! On the field I'm over-reckless, on my Odell Beckham 2020, I'ma run the whole election, yah! I've been trending years, y'all 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 (You!) Ten-thousand dollar fur for Nori, I just copped it (You!) Your baby daddy won't even take your daughter shoppin' (You!) I done wore designers I won't wear again Make 'em niggas famous, they get arrogant You might also like Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman, ah! Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman (Sonic boom!) Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, this is pure luxury I give 'em Grey Poupon on a DJ Mustard, ah! If you ain't poppin' shit then why you rap for, huh? Plus Kimoji just shut down the app store, ah! And we made a million a minute, we made a million a minute (We did) 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? (You!) Tell Adidas that we need a million in production (You!) I done told y'all, all I needed was the infrastructure (Boom!) Now we hottest in the streets, it ain't no discussion James Harden, Swaggy P runnin' up the budget (Yoga flame!) Keep the work at my baby mama's mama's house I'm 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 (Sonic boom!) 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, ain't that the truth? So let's celebrate the life of Timbuck2 Timbuck2, Timbuck2 Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are (Perfect!)
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Kanye West
All Falls Down
All Falls Down by Kanye West (Ft. Syleena Johnson)
Oh, when it all, it all falls down Yeah, this the real one, baby I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Uh, Chi-Town, stand up! Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh, when it all Man, I promise, she's so self-conscious She has no idea what she doin' in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents'll look at her funny Now, tell me that ain't insecurr The concept of school seems so securr Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr She like, "Fuck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair" 'Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs Of new Airs, 'cause her baby daddy don't really care She's so precious with the peer pressure Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis She had hair so long that it looked like weave Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe Single black female addicted to retail, and well You might also like Oh, when it all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that Ver-say-see! Then I spent four hundred bucks on this Just to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this" And I can't even go to the grocery store Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team It seem we livin' the American Dream But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem The prettiest people do the ugliest things For the road to riches and diamond rings We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us We tryna buy back our 40 acres And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it all falls down I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside 'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth That's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at?" Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack And the white man get paid off of all of that But I ain't even gon' act holier than thou 'Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou Before I had a house and I'd do it again ‘Cause I wanna be on 106 & Park, pushin' a Benz I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific I got a problem with spendin' before I get it We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it Oh, when it all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh when it all, it all falls down Chi-Town, Chi-Town We gon' show 'em how we get down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Now, Syleena, you just like a safe belt, you saved my life C'mon Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down
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Kanye West
Stronger
Stronger by Kanye West
Work it, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, right now) More than ever, hour after hour Work— (I need you right now, right now) Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, 'cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness 'Cause right now, thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit 'Specially in my Pastellé, on my Bape shit Act like you can't tell who made this New Gospel, homie, take six And take this, haters You might also like N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work— (I need you right now, right now) Me likey I don't know if you got a man or not If you made plans or not If God put me in your plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot But I know that God put you in front of me So how the hell could you front on me? There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right? 'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night So we gon' do everything that Kan' like Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke And she'll do anything for the limelight And we'll do anything when the time's right Uh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger (Oh) N-Now th-that, that don't kill me (Oh) Can only make me stronger (Oh) I need you to hurry up now (Oh) 'Cause I can't wait much longer (Oh) I know I got to be right now (Oh) 'Cause I can't get much wronger (Oh) Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Work it, work is never over Don't act like I never told ya Harder, work is never over Uh, don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Uh, baby, you're makin' it Harder, better, faster, stronger N-Now-Now that, that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now, now) More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over (I need you right now, right now) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya Never over (W—), never over (Ha—), never over (Fa—), never over (St—) Never over, never over, never over Harder, better, faster, stronger Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over
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Kanye West
Praise God
Praise God by Kanye West (Ft. Baby Keem & Travis Scott)
That she wrote, "Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress-Toward" Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-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 (Work) Six, I'm like Mike He's out of sight, woo You done got me piped Two-man like Ike Six out the spot (Uh, uh) Into the night Yeah, I'm shakin' the drop (Drop) I'm still up on top (Aight) I been had the bop The devil my opp, can't pay me to stop (It's lit) My God at the top (La Flame) We gon' praise our way out the grave, dawg Livin', speakin', praise God Walkin' out the graveyard back to life I serve, follow your word, see with new sight, into the night (Hey) You might also like Yeah, this life I'm livin' (I'm livin') All the advice been tipped in (That thang) Gave me that grip, no slippin' (That grip) Out of my mind, went trippin' (My mind) Tell me take two when I'm on one (I'm on) That lookout like no one Kept it real tight like your son (Your son) Yeah (La Flame) We gon' praise our way out the grave, dawg Livin', speakin', praise God Walkin' out the graveyard back to life I serve, follow your word, see with new sight, into the night Still on side, huh, still outside ****, attention, still outside, huh, still outside Tame Imp—, Tame Impala, **** Tame Impala, stay outside, huh And I'm still outside, I'm still outside, still outside, huh Let's get right, huh, let's get right, uh, let's get right, uh, huh Let's get right, let's get (Ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get right Let's get (Ayy, ayy, ayy), let's get— Look at new scenes, I opened my life, I'm subject to memes I signed a few ****, I polished their dreams An angel on earth, come under my wing Stop runnin' your publishers, **** They publish the headlines and say the wrong things Y'all treat your Lord and Savior like renters' insurance, you know what I mean? Bada the bada the boom, I bada the boom, I bada the bing I need a new girl, my old one was mean I had to let go, forgave all them evils that came to my shows I channeled them bad **** all in abode I channeled your trust, I channeled the turbulence, came with the life I gathered my sinners and asked if I'm right, let's get I just get right, ****, huh Let's get right, let's get right, let's get right, shh, shh Ain't on sight, it's on sight I don't know you, you, you, you, it's on sight I don't know you, you, you, you (Ayy, ayy), let's get right Ayy, all of my **** on Channel 5 I don't channel ten 'til it go time Used to throw up my uncle's spaghetti Been told to tote since before I was ready Back when my mama told me that I was challenged A single Black woman, you know that she petty I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars I put that in totals, reverse outta debty I gotta, I gotta put on a rager one time I swung the powder, went major one time I know some white people servin' no time I gotta do it for me, do it for, pray for me Do it for all the ones dyin' I wanna do it for all the ones cryin' I wanna, uh, uh, uh, let's get right, huh
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Kanye West
Violent Crimes
Violent Crimes by Kanye West
Fallin', dreamin', talkin' in your sleep I know you want to cry all night, all night Plottin', schemin', findin' Reason to defend all of your violent nights Promise me you will see Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw It was all part of the story, even the scary nights Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (Night, night) They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off Colors drippin' off Niggas is savage, niggas is monsters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players 'Til niggas have daughters, now they precautious Father, forgive me, I'm scared of the karma 'Cause now I see women as somethin' to nurture Not somethin' to conquer I hope she like Nicki, I make her a monster Not havin' ménages, I'm just bein' silly I answered the door like Will Smith and Martin Nigga, do we have a problem? Matter fact, Marlon, this ain't Meet the Fockers I'll beat his ass, pray I beat the charges No, Daddy don't play, not when it come to they daughters Don't do no yoga, don't do pilates Just play piano and stick to karate I pray your body's draped more like mine And not like your mommy's Just bein' salty, but niggas is nuts And I am a nigga, I know what they want I pray that you don't get it all at once Curves under your dress, I know it's pervs all on the net All in the comments, you wanna vomit That's your baby, you love her to death Now she cuttin' class and hangin' with friends You break a glass and say it again She can't comprehend the danger she in If you whoop her ass, she move in with him Then he whoop her ass, you go through it again But how you the devil rebukin' the sin? Let's pray we can put this behind us I swear that these times is the wildest She got the scars, they serve as reminders Blood still on her pajamas But yesterday is dead, yeah, moment of silence Next, she'll be off to college and then at the altar 'Cause she know that niggas is savage, niggas is monsters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters You might also like Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw It was all part of the story, even the scary nights Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (Night, night) They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off Colors drippin' off I'm saying it like... "I want a daughter like Nicki, aw, man, I promise I'ma turn her to a monster, but no ménages" I don't know how you saying it but, let 'em hear this
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Kanye West
Through the Wire
Through the Wire by Kanye West
Last October Grammy-nominated producer KANYE WEST was in a nearly fatal car accident. His jaw was fractured in nearly three places. Two weeks later he recorded this song with his mouth still wired shut... so the world could feel his pain! Yo, G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, Hop? Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire I spit it through the wire, man There's too much stuff on my heart right now, man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life-or-death situation, man Y'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, man It's your boy, Kanye to the… Chi-Town, what's goin' on? Uh-huh, yeah, yeah You might also like I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man berserk Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Tellin' her her son's on life support? And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till She was with me before the deal, she'd been tryna be mine She a Delta, so she'd been throwin' that Dynasty sign No use in me tryna be lyin', I been tryna be signed Tryin' to be a millionaire, how I used two lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, man Story on MTV and I ain't tryna make a band I swear, this, right here, history in the makin', man Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire I really apologize for everything right now If it's unclear at all, man They got my mouth wired shut For like… I dunno, the doctor said like six weeks Y'know, he had, I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw I looked in the mirror And half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, man I couldn't believe it But I'm still here for y'all right now, man This what I got to say right here, dawg Yeah, turn me up, yeah, uh What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a deal On the hottest rap label around? But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birds It was more like spoken word, 'cept he's really puttin' it down? And he explained the story 'bout how Blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, bad night, right place, wrong time In the blink of a eye, his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt You would know how Mase felt (Mason Betha!) Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God, driver two wanna sue I got a lawyer for the case, to keep what's in my safe safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I… I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, it was televised There's been an accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must got a angel, ‘cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass? Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past Toys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid **** that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire, even through the fire Y'know what I'm sayin'? When the doctor told me I had, um That I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin I said, "Dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?" "It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on!" You can't be serious, man
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Kanye West
I Thought About Killing You
I Thought About Killing You by Kanye West
I know, I know, I know, I know, know I know, I know, I know, I know, know I, I know it, I know it The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest Today, I seriously thought about killing you I contemplated, premeditated murder And I think about killing myself And I love myself way more than I love you, so… Today, I thought about killing you, premeditated murder You'd only care enough to kill somebody you love The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest (Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm) Just say it out loud to see how it feels People say "don't say this, don't say that" Just say it out loud, just to see how it feels Weigh all the options, nothing's off the table Today, I thought about killing you, premeditated murder I think about killing myself And I, I love myself way more than I love you The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest (Mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhm—mhmm) I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say somethin' good to compensate it so it doesn't come off bad But sometimes I think really bad things Really, really, really bad things And I love myself way more than I love you See, if I was tryin' to relate it to more people I'd probably say I'm struggling with loving myself Because that seems like a common theme But that's not the case here I love myself way more than I love you And I think about killing myself So, best believe, I thought about killing you today Premeditated murder You might also like I called up my loved ones, I called up my cousins I called up the Muslims, said I'm 'bout to go dumb Get so bright, it's no sun, get so loud, I hear none Screamed so loud, got no lungs, hurt so bad, I go numb Time to bring in the drums, that prra-pa-pa-pum Set the NewTone on 'em, set the nuke off on 'em I need Coke with no rum, I taste coke on her tongue I don't joke with no one, they'll say "He died so young" I done had a bad case of too many bad days Got too many bad traits, used the floor for ashtrays I don't do shit halfway, I'ma clear the cache I'ma make my name last, put that on my last name It's a different type of rules that we obey Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we Old Bay We was all born to die, nigga, DOA Niggas say they hero, mm, I don't see no cape Mm, I don't see no, mm, yeah, I don't see no, mm, mm If I wasn't shinin' so hard, wouldn't be no shade Buckwheat-ass nigga, it's gon' be o-tay Sorry, but I chose not to be no slave Young nigga shit, nigga, we don't age I thought I was past my Deebo ways Even when I went broke, I ain't break How you gon' hate? Nigga, we go way back To when I had the braids and you had the wave cap Drop a pin for the fade and I'm on my way ASAP Don't get socked in the mouth, you know homie don't play that Pay the fire marshal bill 'cause this shit done got way packed They wanna see me go ape (Ape, ape) All you gotta do is speak on Ye All you gotta do is speak on Ye Don't get your tooth chipped like Frito-Lay
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Only One
Only One by Kanye West (Ft. Paul McCartney)
As I lay me down to sleep I hear her speak to me Hello 'Mari, how ya doin'? I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin' I know you're happy, ‘cause I can see it So tell the voice inside ya head to believe it I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel And look at all that he gave you You asked for one and you got two You know I never left you ‘Cause every road that leads to Heaven's right inside you So I can say Hello, my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name Hello my only one, remember who you are No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, the good outweighs the bad even on your worst day Remember how I'd say Hey hey one day, you'll be the man you always knew you could be And if you knew how proud I was You'd never shed a tear, have a fear, no you wouldn't do that And though I didn't pick the day to turn the page I know it's not the end every time I see her face, and I hear you say You might also like Hello my only one, remember who you are You got the world ‘cause you got love in your hands And you're still my chosen one So can you understand? One day you'll understand So hear me out, hear me out I won't go, I won't go No goodbyes, no goodbyes Just hello, just hello And when you cry, I will cry And when you smile, I will smile And next time when I look in your eyes We'll have wings and we'll fly Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name And you're still my chosen one, remember who you are No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Tell Nori about me, tell Nori ab- I just want you to do me a favor Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me...1KEmbed
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Kanye West
30 Hours
30 Hours by Kanye West
Baby lion goes Where the islands go You say you never saw this comin', well, you're not alone Million dollar renovations to a happy home My ex says she gave me the best years of her life I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right I wake up, assessin' the damages Checkin' MediaTakeOut Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch But it's blurry enough to get the fake out I wake up, all veggies no eggs I hit the gym, all chest no legs Yep, then I made myself a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale, ándale E.I, E.I, uh-oh You had me drivin' far enough to switch the time zone You was the best of all time at the time, though Yeah, you wasn't mine, though But I still drove thirty hours And I, I still drove thirty hours to you, yeah You might also like I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam Young producer just trying to get his flows off I remember being nervous to do Victoria's Secret 'Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl You don't love me, you just pretendin' I need a happy beginnin', middle and endin' Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago It's gettin' hot in here, that's all that I know Got a hotel room, three stars for you You call down for an omelet, girl, it's 5 in the morning You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, don't start with me I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob' 'Cause you was in college complainin' 'bout it's no jobs But you were suckin' a nigga dick the whole time Well, I guess a blowjob's better than no job And I drove back thirty hours, uh Where the main ties onto the sail Better on sighting For astern, oh 3 Stacks, can you help me out? Thirty hours Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to Thirty hours Thirty hours I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship Now a nigga mad Now I'm 'bout to drive ninety miles like Matt Barnes to kill Thirty hours Just to kill Just to Just to I'm about to drive ninety Ninety miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass It was my idea and now a nigga (Thirty hours) Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh A stunna Whoop him after school just to show I got class Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh with you, yeah (Thirty hours) You know what I'm sayin'? Drop some shit like that Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, uh Whoop him after school just to Thirty hours Whoop him after school just to show I got class Uh, igh, uh, uh, 3 Stacks Thirty hours Just ride out to that, uh Check it out: this the bonus track, this the bonus Thirty hours My favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this That's why they kick it off like this Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden Thirty hours Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit, ayy, ayy The pyramids shall rise Thirty hours Look at these ultralight beams flowin' For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us Let's rock out for 'bout Thirty hours You know, ayy, you know Ayy, you know, ayy, you know Thirty hours Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team, ayy Remember when the whole block'd get shout out? This my version of a shout-out track Thirty hours Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa Thirty hours To my family: thank you for holding me down The media be acting like Thirty hours That's Gabe calling Yo, Gabe I'm just doing a— I'm just doing an adlib track right now What's up? Thirty hours Thirty hours
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Heartless
Heartless by Kanye West
In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo? Just remember that you talkin' to me though You need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo I mean, after all the things that we been through I mean, after all the things we got into Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me So you walk around like you don't know me You got a new friend, well, I got homies But in the end, it's still so lonely In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? You might also like How could you be so Dr. Evil? You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know I decided we wasn't gon' speak so Why we up 3 AM on the phone? Why do she be so mad at me fo'? Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold I won't stop, won't mess my groove up ‘Cause I already know how this thing go You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me They say that they don't see what you see in me You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see You'll never find nobody better than me In the night, I hear 'em talk (Me) The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? Talk and talk and talk and talk Baby, let's just knock it off They don't know what we been through They don't know 'bout me and you So I got somethin' new to see And you just gon' keep hatin' me And we just gon' be enemies I know you can't believe I could just leave it wrong And you can't make it right I'm gon' take off tonight into the night In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? (How, how?) Oh, how could you be so heartless? On and on and on and on And on and, and on and on and on
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Yikes
Yikes by Kanye West
Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare, myself, myself Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh Is he gon' make it? TBD, huh Thought I was gon' run, DMC, huh I done died and lived again on DMT, huh See, this a type of high that won't come down This the type of high that get you gunned down Yeezy, Yeezy trollin' OD, huh Turn TMZ to Smack DVD, huh Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too I'ma pray for him 'cause he got MeToo'd Thinkin' what if that happened to me too Then I'm on E! News Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself You might also like Ayy, hospital band a hundred bands, fuck a watch Hundred grand'll make your best friends turn to opps I hear y'all bringin' my name up a lot Guess I just turned the clout game up a notch See, y'all really shocked, but I'm really not You know how many girls I took to the titty shop? If she get the ass with it, that's a 50 pop I still bring the bad bitches in the city out Uh, just a different type of leader We could be in North Korea, I could smoke with Wiz Khalifa, uh Told my wife I've never seen her After I hit it, bye Felicia, that's the way that I'ma leave it up Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help See, this is why all the bitches fuck with Ye! Fuck what they talkin' 'bout! Sometimes I scare myself, myself They take me on meds, off meds, ask yourself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Ask your homegirl right now, "Look, you had a shot at Ye?" Sometimes I scare myself, myself You'd drop everything! Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh This is why your bitches fuck with me, huh Smash, she gon' end up on TV, huh Last thing that you ever wanna see, huh I can feel the spirits all around me I think Prince and Mike was tryna warn me They know I got demons all on me Devil been tryna make an army They been strategizin' to harm me They don't know they dealin' with a zombie Niggas been tryna test my Gandhi Just because I'm dressed like Abercrombie You see? You see? That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! That's why I fuck with Ye! See, that's my third per— That's my bipolar shit, nigga, what? That's my superpower, nigga, ain't no disability I'm a superhero! I'm a superhero! Agghhh!
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Flashing Lights
Flashing Lights by Kanye West (Ft. Dwele)
Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights She don't believe in shootin' stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in the new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like L'eau de Stardee shit I'm more of the trips to Florida Ordered the hors d'oeuvre, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?" And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte 'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these niggas got me I hate these niggas more than the Nazis As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights What do I know? Know Flashing lights You might also like I know it's been a while, sweetheart We hardly talk, I was doin' my thing I know I was foul, baby A-bay, lately, you've been all on my brain And if somebody would've told me a month ago Frontin' though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know If somebody would've told me a year ago It'll go get this difficult Feelin' like Katrina with no FEMA Like Martin with no Gina Like a flight with no Visa First class with the seat back, I still see ya In my past, you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum I'm just sayin', "Hey, Mona Lisa Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar" As I recall, I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far But what do I know? Flashing lights What do I know? Know Flashing lights As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far But what do you know? Flashing lights What do you know? Know Flashing lights Flashing lights Flashing lights
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Jesus Walks
Jesus Walks by Kanye West
We at war We at war with terrorism, racism But most of all we at war with ourselves (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless Where restless (Niggas) might snatch your necklace And next these (Niggas) might jack your Lexus Somebody tell these (Niggas) who Kanye West is I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless *gasps* Try to catch it *gasps* it's kinda hard Getting choked by detectives, yeah, yeah, now check the method They be askin' us questions, harass and arrest us Sayin' "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast" Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis? We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis My mama used to say only Jesus can save us Well mama I know I act a fool But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move I hope You might also like (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long So long, so long (Jesus, walk with me) To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers (Jesus walks for them) To the victims of welfare feel we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah (Jesus walks for them) Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary 'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers is role models: we rap, we don't think I ain't here to argue about His facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, videotape But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which'll probably take away from my ends Then I hope this take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreamin' about Next time I'm in the club, everybody screamin' out (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now
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Highlights
Highlights by Kanye West (Ft. The-Dream & Young Thug)
High as light Tell my baby I'm back in town High, high, my light Tell everybody I'm back in town High, highlight Tell my baby I'm back in town, town Highlight 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 Can we play that back one time? And after that night I'm gon' wanna play this shit back, oh no (Highlight) Sometimes I'm wishin' that my dick had GoPro (Highlight) So I could play that shit back in slow mo (Slow motion) I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro We only makin' the highlights (Slow motion, slow motion, slow motion) Dying in the sunlight We only makin' the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights Yeah, Jeffery You might also like One life, one night Uh Highlights Sound like me Livin' the life 'til I die I bet me and Ray J would be friends If we ain't love the same bitch Yeah, he might have hit it first Only problem is I'm rich (I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich) (Highlights) Uh, 21 Grammys, superstar family We the new Jacksons, I'm all about that action (We only making the highlights) I'm about that Farrakhan, life is a marathon I'ma shift the paradigm, I'ma turn up every time I'ma bust a coach's head open on some Diddy shit If he ever talk to my son like an idiot (I know my life gon' be highlights) One time for a nigga really gettin' it Two times 'cause we got the whole city lit Advice to all my niggas: impregnate Bridget (Oh, no, drop that shit back!) So if she have a baby she gon' make another nigga Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches, hah? Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian, hah? She spent her whole check on some Christians And that girl ain't even religious Walkin', livin', breathin' god, you know my past well Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help him with the weight I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate So when I'm on vacay, I need to kick back, heh? What you want? You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack, heh, huh? Uh, 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 wanna know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know right now if you a freak or not Oh lord (Ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah), oh lord (Ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah) I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Oh lord, oh my lord (Oh nah nah nah nah)
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Homecoming
Homecoming by Kanye West (Ft. Chris Martin)
Yeah And you say Chi city! Chi city! Chi city! I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? (Yeah) Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again (Ow!) -Min' home again I met this girl when I was three years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She said, "Excuse me, little homie, I know you don't know me, but My name is Windy and I like to blow trees," and From that point, I'd 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 their hat 'cause 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 she'll always be She never messed 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 that's why last winter she got so cold on me She said, "Ye, keep makin' that, keep makin' that platinum and gold for me" You might also like I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again But if you really cared for her Then you wouldn't've never hit the airport to follow your dreams Sometimes I still talk to her But when I talk to her, it always seems like she talkin' 'bout me She said, "You left your 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 'til it's gone I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home And guess when I heard that? When I was back home Every interview, I'm representin' you, makin' you proud Reach for the stars, so if you fall, you land on a cloud Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around If you don't know by now, I'm talkin' 'bout Chi-Town I'm comin' home again Do you think about me now and then? Do you think about me now and then? 'Cause I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again -Min' home again Baby, do you remember when Fireworks at Lake Michigan? Oh! Now I'm comin' home again Maybe we can start again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al Comin' home again Maybe we can start again
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HUMBLE.
HUMBLE. by Kendrick Lamar
1001 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçeEspañolРусскийPortuguêsPolskiAzərbaycanca / آذربايجانDeutschHUMBLE. Lyrics Nobody pray for me It been that day for me Way (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin’ this Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note It's levels to it, you and I know Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, lil’, hol’ up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol’ up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol’ up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Who that nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right I make a play fucking up your whole life I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest nigga after all Bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up) Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (Lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)1.2KEmbed
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​m.A.A.d city
​m.A.A.d city by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. MC Eiht)
If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window — check yourself Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where **** hang out Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers Suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all—duck" That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce Now crawl your head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct Make sure you're corporate or they'll be callin' your mother collect They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess ​m.A.A.d. city See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!— Wake yo' punk-ass up It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang G-yeah, real simple and plain Let me teach you some lessons about the street (Smoke somethin', nigga) Hood ('Sup, cuz?) It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang G-yeah, how we do Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad' Sleepin' in the living room of my mama's pad Reality struck, I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed (Watch out, cuz) My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leavin' In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (Sup?) Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin' You know the reasons but still'll never know my life Kendrick a.k.a. "Compton's Human Sacrifice" G-yeah, cocaine, weed Niggas been mixin' shit since the '80s, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds Dip, make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules But, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doin' the same thang Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, yeah Couple of IV's with the fuckin' spray-can Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave Mount up, regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, yeah Trip, we in the hood still So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, yeah, it's so real, yeah Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat? If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinkin' and drive Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes Probably go to the projects I live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what? ​m.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn You ain't the one that got fucked up What you holdin' it for? Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Nigga, that ain't no word Nigga, shut up Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip Just lay back and drink that2.2KEmbed
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Swimming Pools (Drank)
Swimming Pools (Drank) by Kendrick Lamar
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Now, I done grew up round some people livin' their life in bottles Granddaddy had the golden flask, backstroke every day in Chicago Some people like the way it feel, some people wanna kill their sorrow Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem I was in a dark room, loud tunes, lookin' to make a vow soon That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup I see the crowd mood Changin' by the minute and the record on repeat Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick I am your conscience, if you do not hear me then you will be history, Kendrick I know that you're nauseous right now and I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick If I take another one down, I'ma drown in some poison, abusin' my limit I think that I'm feelin' the vibe, I see the love in her eyes I see the feelin', the freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived This how you capitalize, this is parental advised, and apparently, I'm over-influenced By what you are doin', I thought I was doin' the most 'til someone said to me Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Sherane Sherane (Pool—Kendrick—Kendrick—lies in it) Sherane, Sherane (W-watch 'em all flock) Aw man… Sherane (Girls wanna play-play-play) Where is she takin' me? (I got) Where is she takin' me? (Pool full of liquor, I'ma die in...) All I—all I—all I— All I have in life is my new appetite for failure And I got hunger pain that grow insane, tell me, do that sound familiar? If it do, then you're like me, makin' excuse that your relief Is in the bottom of a bottle and the greenest indo leaf As the window open I release everything that corrode inside of me I see you jokin', why you laugh? Don't you feel bad? I prob'ly sleep And never ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough "They stomped the homie out over a bitch? K-Dot, you good, blood? Now we can drop, ye we can drop you back off" "That nigga's straight, man, that nigga ain't trippin'" "We gon' do the same ol' shit I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' ru—they run opposite way Fall right in ****'s lap And he gon' tear they ass up, simple as that" "And I hope that bitch that set him up, out there We gon' pop that bitch too" "Wait hold up, ayy, I see somebody" *Car door opens and gunshots are fired* "Aha! Got them niggas, K-Dot, you good?" "L****, you good?" "Yeah, blood, I'm good – Dave, you good? Dave? Dave, say somethin' – Dave? These bitch-ass niggas killed my brother!"
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DNA.
DNA. by Kendrick Lamar
I got, I got, I got, I got— Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head This that put-the-kids-to-bed This that I got, I got, I got, I got— Realness, I just kill shit ’cause it's in my DNA I got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA I got dark, I got evil that rot inside my DNA I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve Yeah, that’s him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard I know how you work, I know just who you are See, you's a, you's a, you's a— Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front Shit I've been through prolly offend you, this is Paula's oldest son I know murder, conviction Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption Scholars, fathers dead with kids and I wish I was fed forgiveness Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA (I’m a soldier's DNA) Born inside the beast, my expertise checked out in second grade When I was 9, on cell, motel, we didn’t have nowhere to stay At 29, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate And I'm gon' shine like I’m supposed to, antisocial extrovert And excellent mean the extra work And absentness what the fuck you heard And pessimists never struck my nerve And Nazareth gonna plead his case The reason my power's here on earth Salute the truth, when the prophet say See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA This is why I say that hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism in recent years I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, fuck your life I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA I live a be-, fuck your life Five, four, three, two, one This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin' Money and power, the mecca of marriages Tell me somethin' You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I'd rather die than to listen to you My DNA not for imitation Your DNA an abomination This how it is when you in the Matrix Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go And sleepin' in a villa Sippin' from a Grammy, walkin' in the buildin' Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window Baby in the pool, godfather goals Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes Phone never on, I don't conversate I don't compromise, I just penetrate Sex, money, murder—these are the breaks These are the times, level number nine Look up in the sky, ten is on the way Sentence on the way, killings on the way Motherfucker, I got winners on the way You ain't shit without a body on your belt You ain't shit without a ticket on your plate You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith Peace to the world, let it rotate Sex, money, murder—our DNA
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Money Trees
Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Jay Rock)
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish, ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive, was persuasive) From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool, they wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros, tell my bros) Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on, "Let Burn" came on) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind, free our mind) Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs, see dollar signs) You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew, we never knew) Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's jus' how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's jus' how I feel Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do) Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school, way after school) You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies” (My homies) Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational, that's rational) Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head, my Tony head) He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same, won't be the same) A Louis belt that never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain) But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin', that day is jerkin') Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin', Pirellis skirtin') Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish) They say your hood is a pot o' gold (A pot o' gold, a pot o' gold) And we gon' crash it when nobody's home See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus' how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's jus' how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's jus' how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's jus' how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! 'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings; liquors spillin', pistols poppin' Bakin' soda YOLA whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin' My homeboy just dome'd a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter n'em—get the fuck up out my way, bish! Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bish! Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin', Blood Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs but it's all good Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all-day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's jus' how I feel PAULA DUCKWORTH: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I-I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyway. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man is on one. He feelin' good as a motherfucker. Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin', too. I'm going to Merlin' house. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin' good. Look, listen to him! KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause you got a big ol’ fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’— PAULA DUCKWORTH: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin' off them dominoes no more. Just bring the car back! KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Did somebody say dominoes?
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XXX.
XXX. by Kendrick Lamar (Ft. U2)
America God bless you if it's good to ya America, please take my hand Can you help me underst— New Kung Fu Kenny! Throw a steak off the ark to a pool full of sharks He'll take it Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis He'll make it (He'll make it) Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you somethin' Woah (Woah) I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga lil' bit of nothin' I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!," X-rated Johnny don't wanna go to school no mo', no mo' Johnny said books ain't cool no mo' (No mo') Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin' God bless America, you know we all love him Yesterday, I got a call, like, from my dawg, like 101 Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk Talkin' out his head, philosophin' on what the Lord had done He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me? It been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome." He was lookin' for some closure, hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him "I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel: If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed." Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I wait in front a nigga's spot and watch him hit his block I catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!" Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back— See Kendrick Lamar LiveGet tickets as low as $39You might also like Alright, kids, we're gonna talk about gun control (Pray for me) Damn! It's not a place This country is to me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look around Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders—look what you taught us It's murder on my street, your street, back streets, Wall Street Corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with Homicidal thoughts; Donald Trump's in office We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again But is America honest, or do we bask in sin? Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to Blood? I'll aks again—oops, accident It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice, then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera America's reflections of me, that's what a mirror does It's not a place This country is to me a sound Of drum and bass You close your eyes to look ar—

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