Juice WRLD – Tell Your Friends Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit

[Verse]
Think I found the love of my life (Where she at?)
In a bottle, in a bottle
Codeine up in my Sprite
Baby bottle, baby bottle
I’m lookin’ at my future like, Hi, Hey!
You look so bright (bling, bling)
The VVS on my wrist, so ice (bling, bling)
But somethin’ in my chest don’t feel right
Somethin’ in my chest don’t feel too good
Thought I left my heartbreak in my old hood
Ex bitch in my phone, up to no good
Ole gold diggin’ bitch you know you ain’t gettin’ no goods
I ain’t really feelin’ too good
The pills make me feel too good
I know you want me no more
So I put my heart on the floor
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch

[Chorus]
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit

Kanye West – 4th Dimension lyrics

[Intro: Louis Prima]
Down the chimney, he will come
With his great big smile
And you’ll find that even the kiddies
Are swingin’ in the latest style
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringing?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
It feels so good it should cost
Bought an alligator, I ain’t talkin’ Lacoste
Made me say, “ooh, uh”
Like I’m mixing Master P and Rick Ross (uh,uh)
She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh,uh)
She said I’m in the wrong hole, I said I’m lost (uh,uh)
She said I’m going too fast, I’m exhausted
Now drop to your knees for the offerin’
This the theme song, oh something wrong
Might need a intervention for this new dimension
That’s too new to mention, offer it in a sentence
If I get locked up, I won’t finish the sent-

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Laughter]

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Gettin’ loose while I’m on the deuce, see me roll up
What you surfin’ the coast, and I spend it, I got
Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey we off
For the light that got us home, we in the moment oh oh
Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had
What’s the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had
She been on me boy, unless you got something to tell
Sittin’, waitin’ for me slippin’, yeah I’ll see you in hell
Tell the cougar get up off me, no my soul ain’t for sale
All the evils in the world I keep it on me for real
I really hope the Lord won’t hurt me, we all live in sin
Kids see ghost of the Rolls, Ric Flair on your bitch
Now this the theme song, this the theme song
The put the beams on, get your, get your dream on
But you don’t hear me though, drama: we let it go
Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]
Just do that and then let the music do something, then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—

KYLE – A Okay lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, okay so this is for the white girls who ain’t heard me
And for the blogs who label me as nerdy
Tryna keep me down but, yo, don’t worry
I got all the answers like my nickname Siri
Steven Hawking test me, ain’t no one can best me
I just kill everything, hey someone should arrest me
They try to Kanye West me and I don’t care who assess me
I’ll never let a nigga circle, bubble, dot, or check me
Tell the pretty chick in the dress “Oh ayyee”
Rascal ass niggas on the scene, otay
Niggas don’t want it with my clique, no way
If they wanna get hit with that shit, okay

[Hook]
Pretty ass girls in the back, say “Hey!”
Skinny ass niggas playing games, say “Hey!”
They gon’ talk talk but it ain’t gon’ change
SuperDuperKyle stay A-okay
Pretty ass girls in the back, say “Hey!”
Skinny ass niggas playing games, say “Hey!”
They gon’ talk talk but it ain’t gon’ change
SuperDuperKyle stay A-okay

[Verse 2]
So um, so me and my team and shit we’re really fucking real right?
Flows so cold, I could make a stove chill right?
My nigga it’s the rapper, ill adapter, more like your new favorite actor
McDonald’s rappers are making hella slappers
Swaggy ass tee, pullin’ out my jeans
Like they ain’t dweebs, scream these niggas don’t mean nuthin’
They can go to hell if that’s really how they feel
Sorry if you think I’m fake, I just keep it real
Ricky-ricky-real, real yeah I do that, I do that
You’re a fucking liar, nigga true that, true that
You ain’t got no heart, I could see it in your face
And these guys in my lane, get the fuck out my way
They ain’t got no say so, savin’ up them Pesos
Can’t carry their weight, nah ain’t tryna be their cane, no
Sick of being doubted, sick of being hated
So I’m just gonna kill it ’til I’m sick of being famous

[Hook]
Pretty ass girls in the back, say “Hey!”
Skinny ass niggas playing games, say “Hey!”
They gon’ talk talk but it ain’t gon’ change
SuperDuperKyle stay A-okay
Pretty ass girls in the back, say “Hey!”
Skinny ass niggas playing games, say “Hey!”
They gon’ talk talk but it ain’t gon’ change
SuperDuperKyle stay A-okay
Pretty ass girls in the back, say “Hey!”
Skinny ass niggas playing games, say “Hey!”
They gon’ talk talk but it ain’t gon’ change
SuperDuperKyle stay A-okay

[Bridge]
I say money, wow, girls, wow
All the, haters, quiet, now
Phony, people, come a-round
Never, doubt, stand, down
Girls, wow, money, wow
All the, haters, quiet, now
Phony, people, come a-round
Never, doubt, stand, down
I say money, wow, girls, wow
All the, haters, quiet, now
Phony, people, come a-round
Never, doubt, stand, down

[Hook]
Pretty ass girls in the back, say “Hey!”
Skinny ass niggas playing games, say “Hey!”
They gon’ talk talk but it ain’t gon’ change
SuperDuperKyle stay A-okay
Pretty ass girls in the back, say “Hey!”
Skinny ass niggas playing games, say “Hey!”
They gon’ talk talk but it ain’t gon’ change
SuperDuperKyle stay A-okay

[Outro]
All the way turns that
They won’t say that
They can’t hate us
I’m A-okay
All the way turns that
They won’t say that
They can’t hate us
I’m A-okay

Dakillah – SKYS4U lyrics

Honey the sky is for you
And i’m not mean
Is that somebody
Gave you their heart but your drunk of my blood
We both known that i love it
We both known that i love it

Papi vamos tranquilos, yo te quiero llevar
A donde no existe el ruido, el horario o forma de pensar
Donde solo somos nosotros y no nos van a molestar
Donde no importan los otros, vamos, no la vas a pasar mal

Quiero tirarme con vos a nadar
Tus ojos y mi risa flotando en un cielo de nubes blancas pintadas en un mar
Todo perfecto, ni yo me lo creo, pero te lo puedo jurar
Dame la mano y no vayas a soltar
Los dos en una playa en Dubai
Tu orden mi ley, lo siento llegar
No story no fake y que estemos de mas

Nuestras relación es rara
Y eso es parte del juego
Peleamos, cortamos y nos vemos de nuevo
Me ama, lo amo, me quiere, lo quiero
Pero algunas veces jugamos a distintos juegos
Y aunque ya no sé si puedo

Esta medio loco, es lindo y caballero
Chamuya re piola en la vida de rapero
No anda con zorras, y aunque yo soy forra
El dice que soy su trofeo

Ya fue, nos vemos
Desde que lo conozco no creo que nadie llegue a ser tan bueno
Teniéndote cerca no hay momentos feos
Estando con vos como no alardeo

Mi negro te adoro, sos todo, quiero regalarte una vida de oro
Subirte a mi yate y llevarte al Caribe a buscar un tesoro
Hacer diez temas, susurro los coros, nunca me dejes, te ruego
Que sin dos adentro del juego, no se puede jugar de a uno solo

Soñandote con los ojos abiertos
Siendo tu reina imaginando un cuento
Abrazao a mi gana, pegao a mí cuerpo
Pasao por tu cara tirao por el tiempo
Dame, dame, dame mimos y besos, pasame la mano por toda la espalda
Yo estaré al par de tu concierto escuchando tus temas, moviendo la nalga

Quiero ser tu Nicky, que seas mi Lil Wayne
Moverme como Rihanna y que me agarre como Drake
Mirarte como Hannah diciendo “shut up and obey”
Arrancándote las penas, corro como Kanye West

Todavía queda time, come on papi we´re not late
Yo no quiero a cualquiera, quiero que vos seas mi Messi
No quiero horas buenas para decir goodbay; it´s okay

Honey the sky is for you
And i’m not mean
Is that somebody
Gave you their heart but your drunk of my blood
We both known that i love it
We both known that i love it

Rey, rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
Don´t stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, hacelo por mí
Rey, rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
This isn´t fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, but now this is it

Me voy pa la cima y te llevo conmigo
Teniéndome encima no hay chances de dormirnos
Si no llego arriba, corre que te sigo
Haciendo movidas, sabiendo lo que perdimos

Ahora estando en la mía baby
A lo que no vimos
Nos usamos aunque nos amamos
Soy mala, sos malo, en el tiempo surgimos
Por más que lo nuestro es fuerte
La suerte ésta vez no se quiso ir conmigo

La próxima gritemosle a la luna fuck haters
Don´t stop baby, un beso y nos fuimos
Don´t stop baby, un beso y nos fuimos

Honey the sky is for you
And i’m not mean
Is that somebody
Gave you their heart but your drunk of my blood
We both known that i love it
We both known that i love it

Rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
Don´t stay, stay, stay, stay, hacelo por mí
Rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
This isn´t fake, fake, fake, fake, but now this is it

Pusha T – M.P.A. lyrics

(feat. Kanye West, A$AP Rocky & The-Dream)

[Intro: The-Dream]
I see the strangest things
The evil that money brings
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
And they wanna bury me
Why? Cause I’m anti everything
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens

[Hook: Kanye West & A$AP Rocky]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
The three leading killers of you niggas
Is the shit that’s most appealing to you niggas
Even I fell victim to it, your pride don’t let you do it
The lies will get you through it
Money, pussy, alcohol, what a wonderful cocktail
Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it
Dope is like a two-way street
The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat
Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep
Every sparkle in the club that wasn’t ours, we compete
Poor minds, poor decision makers
No reward, then what’s the risk you taking?
New bitch I been fucking might start a rap war
Won’t unveil it yet, can’t tell it yet
Defense wins games Bill Belichick
These hoes having Google numbers, niggas better check
Yuugh

[Hook]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Shout out my bitches fucking baseball niggas
That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts
Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits
Now the Major League’s where you’re fishing
You young and hot, so why not?
The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot
We can’t judge you ‘cause we ain’t hug you
We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas fuck you
For real, we made you watch from afar
Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star
Until we seen them foreign cars pull up
And watch them pick you up
And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough
So, make us proud, make it count
Until you learn to love ‘em, make ‘em spare no amount
Make ‘em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it
Take advantage of it when you’re worth it
Real bitches worth it

[Hook]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I’ve been watching all you real niggas
I done seen more won’t than you will niggas
Take a swing, snatch a chain
Lose your mind, go insane
I’m in the club, you in the club too
I got money, you got money too
You think it’s honey dew
Whispering in my ear like a hunny do
Eyeballing every bottle that we running through
Trying to stand near, nigga damn near
Pushing bitches out the way to Instagram here
It’s no pictures, now you in your feelings
I’m a real dope boy, no stranger dealings
Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos
Nickel bag niggas, all of a sudden Ninos
I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money
I get it done for quarter ki money, for real

[Hook]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy not at all
Get in them drawers
I had a dream I had it all
I woke up and really had it all

[produced by: Kanye West & J. Cole]

Loki Love – More lyrics

[Hook]
I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)

[Verse 1]
Here’s the thing about last night. Wasn’t really even that high.
Chain glowing in the black light, i’ll put you on if you act right.
Fresh to death nigga that’s right?
Next to best, when I flex I ten to step on the next guy’s, neck and let em see the rest die.

I…… I
Go extra hard like dinosaurs.
When I sketch the bar from my spinal cord.
Since I set the bar, don’t wanna rhyme no more.
It feel like he don’t wanna be alive no more

That what Kanye West made ” God Flow for.
All dope lines like pablo’s store.
Got the squad in here if you guys want war
Shotgun shells on my condo floor cuz

[Hook]
I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)

Kanye West – Ultralight Beam lyrics

[Intro: Natalie is Great]
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We want the lord, he’s sick
My left hand over [?]
Jesus Christ have mercy
Yes darling
Hallelujah
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We don’t want no devils in the house
Yes, darling
We want the lord, he’s sick
My left hand over [?]
Jesus Christ have mercy
Yes darling
Hallelujah

[Hook: Kanye West & The-Dream]
I’m tryna keep my faith
On an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light 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
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I’mma need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is God dream
This is everything
This is everything

[Refrain: The-Dream]
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

[Verse 1: Kelly Price]
So why send depression not blessings?
Why, oh why’d you do me wrong? (more)
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strong
(To save) Don’t have much strength to fight
So I look to the light
(Lord) 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 I afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
When they come for you I will shield your name
I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
They don’t know
They don’t, they don’t know
They don’t know
Foot on the Devil’s neck ‘til they 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 send photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her
You can feel the lyrics and spirit coming in braille
Timing 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
You said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three
I heard you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bar so hard
That a day 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’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them 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 that left a script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at lil Chano from 79

[Hook: Kanye West]
I’m tryna keep my faith
On an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light 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
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I’mma need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultra light beam
We on an ultra light beam
This is a God dream
This is God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need
You know we need it
You know we need it
And I’mma need you now
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents

[Refrain: The-Dream]
(Yes darling
Hallelujah)
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

[Outro – Kirk Franklin]
Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough. This prayer’s for everybody that feels like 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 – Lord, save, war

BROCKHAMPTON – JELLO lyrics

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Hi, I live a wonderful life
Should’ve died twice, wonder who on my side
Life always better keepin’ two on the side
Need no music when my niggas arrive
We in Van Nuys, black van with some white guys
Keep your hand out, waiting for the appropriate time
They ask a question like
“Could you perform at my best friend’s birthday party?
With your friends and go crazy, just bring the shotty
Bring the loud one with the blonde hair.”
Making out with Zayn in a lawn chair
They kicked me out but I belong here
Hear these songs nigga, see this long hair, see these videos
Direct these hoes with no budgets though
How the fuck did I land a fucking TV show?
Met all my friends through Kanye West and I ain’t met him yet

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Just shaved down to the baby face
Clothes on me, guess it’s Holiday
Fried, no sides at the restaurant
My sleep schedule like the power here, it’s never on
Feeling like the past year a whole escapade (uh-oh)
Four cars, need a motherfucking Escalade
Pack it up like a clown car (honk, honk)
Bet you know my name from here to Hong Kong, bet I get along
Make some commas, karma, come on, watch ’em sing along
Ayy, err, err, butter knife like dancing on a knuckle
In the thunder car, rocked up in the Lumma
Incidental, I be better by the summer
I be better by the winter, I be hoppin’ in the rental
Maybe Tesla for all my missus sitting in the Volvo
Damn, shoot ’em down like, hmmm, sorry, do it all here

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]
I’m moonwalking on the sun hot
I used to live where the guns popped
Made some records then we moved out
Turned rap into the new pop
Bandana, I’m the new Pac
I been blowing up, I can’t stop
They need my niggas in the White House
I do business with the white folks
Bring that money back to black folks
Flip it, stimulate the cash flow
Economic, but I speak ebonics
L.A. turned me to an asshole
I been shopping down on Melrose
Still a nigga but I’m livin’ different
I been looking at the bigger picture
So I don’t hear ’em when they talking to me

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
I just want a friend to fall in love with
Maybe someone I can binge drugs with
Living like a prince but I’m dove-less
Playin’ my emotions, you a dumb bitch
Everybody talking on some gun shit
They don’t even know where to bust it
Cry nigga, gotta fuckin’ kick back
Gotta leave those soft niggas at the kickback
Splittin’ all my problems like a Kit-Kat
I finessed the night that we slipped up
I could let you know where I’m next at
Tell my baby girl where the brakes at
You know I got number one pick stats
Catch me on the field, it’s a mismatch
More like an eclipse, she couldn’t miss that
Putting my appearance where my chips at

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do I trust ’em? Probably not
I think that y’all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried
La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do not turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around, only few I’m holding down

[Outro: JOBA]
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
La-di-da-di-da-di-da
(La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)

Murs – Gbkw (God Bless Kayne West) (Captain California Album)

He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible

Stormzy – Ultralight Beam (Kanye West Cover) (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

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, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
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
(To save) 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 three
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’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them 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

I’m tryna keep my faith
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 feels like 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

Murs – GBKW (God Bless Kanye West)

[Verse 1]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 2]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Bridge]
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 3]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible

Yo Gotti – Castro (feat. Kanye West, Quavo, Big Sean & 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Yo Gotti, Big Sean (Kanye West) & 2 Chainz]
(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & Kanye West]
EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the A loft
Hair cool but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top row
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went dimin’
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon said, nigga start takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

Kanye West – Famous (Uncensored)

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
Swizz told me let the beat rock

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 (God damn)
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 (God damn)
They mad they’re 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 (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

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
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

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

Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, 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

Kanye West – Famous (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Rihanna + Kanye West]
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
Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
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 (God damn)
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 (God damn)
They mad they’re 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 (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

[Hook: Rihanna + Swizz Beatz]
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
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She be Puerto Rican day parade wavin’
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

[Hook: Rihanna]
I just wanted you to know

[Bridge: Sister Nancy + Swizz Beatz]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro: Nina Simone]
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

Kanye West – Diamonds from Sierra Leone, Ratatat remix

[Kanye West]

Diamonds are forever
They won’t leave in the night
I’ve no fear that they might
Desert me
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid
Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
And I’ve realized that I’ve arrived, cuz
It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
He write his own rhymes, so sort of
I think ’em
That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talkin’ bout classics, do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldn’t afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
– its for yourself that’s important
If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
Excuse me
That’s just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……

[Kanye West]

I was sick about awards
Couldn’t nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seems there’s no convincing them
What more can you ask for?
The international assholes nah
Who complains about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And wouldn’t change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name
Its Kanye – But some of my plastic – they still say Kane
Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi – them folks ain’t from Motown
Life movin’ too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain’t give me no ass, ya need to go down
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
My father Ben said I need Jesus
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw ’em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
A&R’s lookin’ like “pssh we messed up”
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
People askin’ me if I’m gon’ give my chain back
That’ll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question dog “Yo, where Dame at?”
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
“What’s up with you and Jay, man, are y’all ok man?”
They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
R-r-r-right here stands a-man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands…

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?…

Kanye West – Diamonds from Sierra Leone, Ratatat remix Lyrics

[Kanye West]

Diamonds are forever
They won’t leave in the night
I’ve no fear that they might
Desert me
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……
Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid
Seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
And I’ve realized that I’ve arrived, cuz
It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does
He write his own rhymes, so sort of
I think ’em
That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought up
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talkin’ bout classics, do my name get brought up?
I remember I couldn’t afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder
So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche
– its for yourself that’s important
If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
Excuse me
That’s just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?……

[Kanye West]

I was sick about awards
Couldn’t nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them
30 minutes later seems there’s no convincing them
What more can you ask for?
The international assholes nah
Who complains about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul
And wouldn’t change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came, in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y’all to pronounce my name
Its Kanye – But some of my plastic – they still say Kane
Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi – them folks ain’t from Motown
Life movin’ too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain’t give me no ass, ya need to go down
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
My father Ben said I need Jesus
So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic
You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw ’em up like you bulimic
Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
A&R’s lookin’ like “pssh we messed up”
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
People askin’ me if I’m gon’ give my chain back
That’ll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question dog “Yo, where Dame at?”
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
“What’s up with you and Jay, man, are y’all ok man?”
They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
R-r-r-right here stands a-man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands…

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?…

DJ Khaled – Go Hard Lyrics

[Kanye West]
I think it’s time for me to go hard for the hood I’m from
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled

Fuck the rest, we run the game
Kanye West, Khaled and Pain

[Verse 1: Tenfoe]

[Verse 2: Luguz]
I go hard [?] I go unreal
I grind hard, make music that you feel
[?], motherfuckers keep speaking
So it’s time for you to listen
Yo, Khaled, this so Luguz
The one you never thought would’ve made it, but he does
He did, he is, the best
The rest can rest, unless I die in flesh
I rest my case, I bless my fate
I played my hands without a spade
You hate to hear the bars I drop
You hate the fact I’m near the top
Hate to hate, shit, [?]
You would hate me too with the rhymes I talk
The rhymes I live, the rhymes I spit
It’s gonna keep me going, it’s going make me rich
I already did, I leave it you
Middle finger in the air, n*gger, fuck you!
I’mma keep my [?], spit perfection, I am dope, I’m baking soda
Cut in ages, [?]
[?] for greatness, I’m forsaken
I go hard, that’s an understatement

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 4: J. Pich]
I gotta go hard, I gotta go hard
With the flow of my beach coast
I’ve gotta show off, I’ve gotta show off
[?] with the teeth I floss
I’m so so sickening, no more convincing
Lyrically, I beat my odds
[?], no more [?]
[?]
Everybody’s talking that I am not good enough
Everybody’s talking that I am not good enough
With the peace and the people and the sound
[?]
Let the game slip away, let the name slip away
So I’m back in the middle of the streets now
With the words and the flow, I’m [?]
[?]
I’m a [?], and you’re a target, full shots [?], I’m flawless
And it’s [?], it’s garbage
And I’ve got a house full of [?]
My boss is [?]
[?]
[?]
[?], I am fast like Sega

[Verse 5: The Versace Kids]
Won’t let you get me, no
‘Cause I was [?] to go hard
And when I go hard
Go hard [?] in it
[?] in this [?] shit, come for y’all
My hood my be hard, bitch
My life is heartless
[?] you haters I’m a [?]
[?] beating on you haters
[?]

See I’m going, going, going, going hard
‘Cause I know [?] and touch the stars
Yeah, I heard them hating so I got a little smarter
Still [?] them hating, so I go a little harder
‘Cause I can, and I will
Go hard and that’s the way it is
But if you could

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 6: Rover]
I go hard like I [?]
Go hard like I really want buy that [?]
Got a homie on the ground like a young Snoop
Big [?], like “Who you?”
I heard these streets talking dirty like I ain’t got this too
‘Cause that’s what happens when you’re heavy like me and my crew
You fools, you wish you were Rover
But homie, I ain’t you though
If I was anything like you I’d, I’d, wanna be like me too
Straight out the crack house
[?]
And ‘yall don’t want no problems
[?]
Bitch, here’s a new day
Looking at a new [?]
Bitch, [?] ain’t going nowhere
I don’t give a fuck what the [?] say
Got nothing on your boy like the hood told them
Got 20 blood like I pushed these n*ggers’ wood

[Verse 7: Luguz]

[Verse 8: Kanye West]

[Hook: T-Pain]

Daya – Talk lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABC’s with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)
[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)

[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth

No, you don’t know what
What your talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They’re all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner (Remix) (feat. Kanye West) letras

[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don’t never show me the love?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin’ that paperwork
Nobody cared that you made it work
All of the talkin’ just made it worse
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner ’bout to leave the block burnt up
And look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don’t ask from help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I’m the new Steve, mixed with Ali
‘Bout to get freed, I’m the new Walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y’all
Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
[Hook: Desiigner]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin’, she fuckin’ for BET
Wildin’ for wallet
Kill everybody walkin’
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

Daya – Talk

[Verse 1]
I’m not the plain and simple, I’m in another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABC’s with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick-tock, waste time with your rumors
But, I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)
[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somthin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rockin’ dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Order a Grade-A steak with no pomfret
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say, “I’m outta my mind standin’ on the outside”
But, it’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like it here… (Hey!)

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth

No, you don’t know what
What your talkin’ ’bout
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about
Give ’em somethin’, a little somethin’ (ah)
A little somethin’ to talk about

Juicy J – Ballin (feat. Kanye West) letras

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’, mane

[Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Let ’em all in
Let them fall in it
Let them play with all the dollars
Let them bathe in it
House so large, put a maze in it
I’m the type that take your chick out for lunch
In the middle of the White House lawn
Then switch up, start filming porn
Might tell the First Lady she can join
Do what I want when I want
Nigga you can keep them two pennies
I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin’ lessons in it
Now I’m peelin’ off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
She just want to show her titties off
Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
Bout to hit the club like golf balls
Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
Come on, dog
I’m too high, hot air balloon
All star, I’m on another planet
I just joined the fortune five hundred
Now I’m in the boardroom in pajamas

[Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’
When you’re boss you don’t take shit, you don’t call in
So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
Folks ain’t never gonna get it, I’ve been holding out long enough
Scratch that, now I’m on to somethin’
Fuck that, I ain’t letting up
Cats gonna copy this shit
They gonna wanna hold my awards
Poor lil’ Juicy J, this year I’m declaring war
Fuck they upset with me for?
Shut up J and be a decoy
Who the fuck they thinkin’ we are?
M-Town ride smokin’ blunts
We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
That’s real dope
See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
Sleep, what for?
I get some rest when I croak
I want a new island to dock my new boat
I went to the action and bought me a chopper
Now I need a new helipad for my home

[Hook: Kanye West + Juicy J]
And I’m ballin’, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin’, I
And I’m ballin’, and I’m ballin’
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, off the glass
And I’m ballin’, and one
And I’m ballin’, blow the whistle

Daya – Talk (Sit Still, Look Pretty Album) letras

[Verse 1]
I’m not that plain and simple, I mean another lane
I’m rocking Shirley Temple, the cherry on the cake
Just a throwback kid from the nineties
I start my ABCs with the YZ
I paint with different colors and never in the lines
There isn’t any other, I am the prototype
Tick tock, waste time with your rumors
But I’m so ice cold, good humor

[Pre-Chorus]
They say I’m outta my mind
Standing on the outside
It’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like to hear ’em
[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Yeezus, I like ’em Kanye West
I’m rocking dirty sneakers with my designer dress
Would do a great [Ace-stick?] with no concrete
I wake you up, Starbucks, sleep on me

[Pre-Chorus]
They say I’m outta my mind
Standing on the outside
It’s cooler, it’s fresher
I like to hear it

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about

[Bridge]
No, you don’t know what
What you talking of
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your mouth
No, you don’t know what
What you talking of
No, you don’t know me
So just shut your…

[Chorus]
They all gonna say what they wanna say anyway
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about
I don’t really care if they wanna stare, look at me
Might as well give ’em something
Might as well give ’em something to talk about

[Post-Chorus]
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about
A little something, a little something
A, a little something to talk about