Lyrics:
the wind
See my nigga, Ken,
Then dipped the Benz
And copped two old folks for the Ben
Then decided to meet downtown
By ten
Shoot a little pool and sip some
hangin'
Dot lay on the scope, easy aim in the air
So I'm tryna figure which plane to get
(yeah) and I'm in the all black
Benz spaceship like an alien
My
to dash away a parcel
Man just got duck down by a Bimmer frame
(Ah man)
Mazza, mazza, two shotters in the Benz
No spragga (Boi yoi)
All the time in my ear all the time
They want me bring that old Drakeo back
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
They want that old Drakeo
In my ear all
side
They're pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
to get home
Or at least San Francisco
Let's put a ten on the high card
And spend a summer on the west coast
Down and to the left
Here's the map
to get home
Or at least San Francisco
Let's put a ten on the high card
And spend a summer on the west coast
Down and to the left
Here's the map
the consequences now your ass is hoppin fences
Tryin to get away from the AK spray in the broad day
Now they cross us out and put a K
I'm still PDKiller, cause if
nigga by his toe
Make him tip-tap like he tap dancing at a show
Get him on the weekend, that's the X and O (slide)
Niggas that be talkin' don't do shit
now
west side had me stressed out
Lost you in the process
too focused on being the best out
Grandmother in her last days
Daddy crying tryna find hide
I'm eying, every motherfucker passing by on
Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is bein slayed
Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black
[Ives]
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star
Life of ink in flesh and mind scars
Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars
Hustle is hand
I call up young, you know they slide
In the trap spot I'm puttin' in overtime (brrt-brrt)
Watch for the mail, they comin' by nine (ayy)
I ain't
Pull up 회색 Beamer on your backyard
걔넨 날 보며 말해
U the rock star
우린 주파수가 다르지 no radio
In a club We goin' up
그냥 하지 재미로
I don't even know you
Ain't
[Knightowl]
I heard about some fool
He got in for me
Talkin bout the day he find me
He gonna blind me
But I got some thing else
Up my fuckin sleeve
Verse 1
Truth be told I feel like I'm the best with this s*it
I put it all together they a mess with this s*it
A out west ni**a I'm a vet with this
on y'all, y'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by the way that you
back up
Nike Airs comin' in by the Mack Truck
On all ten, got my motherfuckin' checks up, bitch
New style, new hairdo
New style, new hairdo
New
moving that work for y'all
I'm the one you call who got it all, X, dro, par, salt
I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost
Cause the way I'm feelin
the dream of a kid
Who's abandoned, alone in the aisle
Out the window, now I'm looking at a world I don't know
And I'm blinded by the misery of the hardcore
it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
As long as she's got to have it
Baby,
wash up by seashore
weight doesn't match my height gotta eat more
I'm on ten keep it brief oh at ease boy
I was locked up on eleven with out west boys
in
somebody else's business, looking for something, but 'cha know, for what
it's worth -
we could give a fuck!
(chorus)
Me'shell: Girlfriend,
.jpg/225px-Kanye_West_at_the_2009_Tribeca_Film_Festival_(cropped).jpg "Kanye West")
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