Lyrics:

[Intro: Kid Cudi] 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 forseen it, I dream 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 [Verse 1] Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of Autumn All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’ Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport they check all through my bag And tell me that it’s random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you dunno 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? [Hook: Kid Cudi] 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 [Verse 2] Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing This is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention As long as I’m in Polo smiling, they think they got me But they would 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 jump shot, running a track meet But this pimp is, at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the World’s game, this is my Olympics We make ‘em say ho cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up offa this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest nigga, I must have missed it! [Hook: Kid Cudi] 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 [Verse 3] 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 fucking roach I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach My guy said I need a different approach Cause people is looking at me like I’m sniffing coke It's not funny anymore, try different jokes Tell ‘em hug and kiss my ass, x and o Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I 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 going 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 black ball me Forgot about two things, my black balls [Hook: Kid Cudi] 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 [Verse 4: Raekwon] I done copped Timb's, 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, grabbing a blunt, fuck it Steam about a hundred and one L's Kites off to jails, buying 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 Got made code red, break up 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 [Outro: Kid Cudi] Not for nothing I’ve forseen it, I dream 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 I will never ever let you live this down, down, down