Lyrics:
ain't got it, nigga, I'm just a solid nigga
Who run Compton, fuck bitches and flick Impala switches
Even if I was born blind, you niggas couldn't stop
Steady fightin' these demons, get off me
If I let down that window get on (blrrrd)
Never been a ho gotta show me (totally)
Yeah, you don't know me
I ain't need no help at all
I ain't need nobody there cause I ain't open
And if I open up, then I'm keeping it a buck w you
I can't keep my eyes off
I'm flipping drops with invisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
Southeast, way back to the SWAT
Yellowstone on West Belfort block
You ain't from
all this jewelry but I'm still staying humble
I know that I can't blow this chance so I can't get into trouble
If u got a problem then Il help u I like
[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
sliding for the world, now I ride with G-O-D
I ain't pray for it, thankfully, pops knew what I need
Nah, I ain't Caleb Gordon, but I get from A to B
If you
that)
I got the key to the city (uh, oh-oh)
(Cali on my back, the new voice of LA and I'm speakin' for you niggas)
This is how it is to be a big shot
alright, alright
Alright, alright
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
On a scale of one to ten, what do you rate yourself?
Here's some champagne, hydrate yourself
I know
If you're foolin', only foolin'
If you're foolin', only foolin'
Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner
Scannin' profit with my
the jungle, he gon' pull up with the stick
On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six
Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit
You ain't tap
ain’t the key to
Emcees’ dreams, American dreams
Americans scream when they see me
I’m crazy, you know that? If you
Didn’t, I’ll bring it to you, sing
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
instructions when you've never even got your own hands dirty?
You do 9-5 work
I do 5-9 figures
You just complain and lurk
I'm surrounded by winners
And like
a valet hearse
Everything i am, thinking Kanye words
But It's K by the way, putting my name first
That's word to AB
Said i put in on my soul
I ain't
got the time girl I hope you get the meaning
I ain't been asleep in some weeks man
So much on my mind, it'd have a young'n tweaking
Shawty on my line,
got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin
Tchaikovsky with Stevie or Jay Z with Dizzy
Gillespie must be destiny
For Debussy to share a bench with Alicia Keys
Or
Sam Cooke got to sing with B.I
her
And giver her back like she a leaser
I got da key in this bitch
No ya hoe ain't fine
Ain't no way in Hell that dat bitch is Alicia
I shopping spree
that good-life like Kanye West
I'm saying
This girl got me all sprung and I don't care who knows it
Yeah she might be a lil' freaky but at least
got more then
Take the shit he got, biatch!
Spit poison and fuck if the city rots
The whole world supposedly tryna
Dispose of me
You must know I give
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
shit
With my "Flame On" you can’t tame this kid
Say you’re in the game? I ain’t seeing shit
Like John Cena I can’t see your "Hits"
If you’re coming for
again
Don't worry Chi-town
It's ya boy Kanye To The i got this!
You at the bar tryin' to ask
What that Hypno hit fo'
If you gotta ask that you
Can't
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