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Next time you text, can it wait? You are talkin' to a presidential candidate I know you think Obi-Wan gettin' tired now Don't jump, Anakin, I got the higher ground
Let me get 'em, Ye They gon' hate on a young nigga anyway They only call me when they havin' bills to pay (Go) Ain't nobody ask me how I feel today I think about it and get in my feelings, Ye Wanna use me, they think I'm stupid Shit that they put out is very confusing Feel like the media tryna abuse me Y'all wanna crucify me, huh? (Oh yeah) She a God-fearin' woman, but back that ass up Juvenile in '99, now I'm tryna find peac?, have to find a god Ain't been havin' good sleep since my father di?d Know our feelings are focused, I thought you know this When there's prophets and motherfuckin' poets You ain't got the mind to picture what my flow is I'm straight from the bottom, nigga, where the floor is Went straight through the roof, like a nigga forgot where the door is (The roof) Tryna make some shoes with YEEZY and Billion Dollar Baby clothing They think 'cause we black, we supposed to hide our feelings and it's over Nah, nigga, fuck that She let me fuck after church on a Tuesday Don't got a ring, but she gave me that coochie Don't know how to make secular music I hope Ye like it, I hope he still use it I ain't fuckin' with niggas, I'm Gucci They crumble in controversy, I be coolin' (Huh, huh) Your chest beatin', lemme feel your heart They might say I didn't, but I did my part I never gave a fuck how niggas feel And this damn sure ain't the day I'm finna start Ye sent the beat that I could pick apart Right now in this song, we at the minute mark I walk down for a minute long Put the top down, know I'm strapped with that glizzy Ain't even mean to go get in my feelings This is a powerful song, I can feel it She don't got on drawers but she know all the scriptures He could teach me the word, I'll never forget it Forgive me and her, it's a time for repentin' And it clap like, 'Amen,' from the back when I hit it I'm black, I'm so black, I'm so black you can feel it Paid three million cash in my taxes on Wednesday The government, I'm payin' them millions to They don't care about niggas when white people kill 'em
Nah, nah, nah, nah Say I got the same flow, ha, ha, ha Like they say in New York, nigga, 'Ah, ah, ah' And everybody judgin' me, y'all not God
If one more person call me and ask me, 'What's wrong with Ye?' That's a grown man, I can't tell him what he can and can't say Never been a yes-man, so I don't feel like I have to explain F y'all niggas, ex-drug dealer, ex-ball player, X Games (Uh) Goin' down like Aspen, diamonds in the watch like Aspirin (Uh) From the clay like Cassius, ride the beat, the seat-belt fastened (Uh) Nah, nah, nah, nah, Johnny Gill, 'My, My, My' (Tell 'em) Use a diamond chain for a tie, had a connect before Wi-Fi Keep her on her toes, ballet ('Let), gotta stick to Cali (True) Hard to park this in valet, if you ain't first, you last place (Last) Ain't tryna brag but I'm straight (Straight) I caught a case 'fore I caught a cold This a Rolls Royce, I don't drag race If rap don't work, I'll buy a stove
Overthrow, send the drones in All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at? (Go)
Next time you text, can it wait? You are talkin' to a presidential candidate (Candidate) I know you think Obi-Wan gettin' tired now Don't jump, Anakin, I got the higher ground (Higher ground) I'ma hit the moonwalk like I seen Tito Man... like the President just got vetoed (Woo) Got to sign off for the veto, ayy I don't need to sign a release, I'm a freed old man (Go) This is a video game, this is a simulation, man How do you listen to lame? They the imitation, man Take an idea, live it, take a idea, did it Take an idea with it, just look how we get it (Get it) Just look how we did it, can't tell me we ain't did it Can't tell me we ain't lived it, can't tell me we ain't lived it Just look how we get it, cartoons ain't timeless Cop cars ain't mind us, one call ain't wireless
Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah Doin' everythin' they didn't allow, nah, nah, nah
Overthrow, send the drones in All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at? If I put myself in harm's way to get my own masters They'll put theyself in harm's way to stay the master They'll put theyself in harm's way 'cause they ain't askin' They'll put theyself in harm's way, the slaves are massive
Do you want me to get specific? Do you want me to name numbers? Do you want me to name summers? All the stars came from us All the styles came from us All the talent came from us All the shoes came from us But the news ain't on us All the news ain't honest All the news ain't honest They wanna ignore me, rewrite the story Take all the top spots, in every category Back in fashion with them boys, can't ig-can't ignore me
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