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Kanye West - Vultures 1 Album Lyrics
Kanye West - Vultures 1 Lyrics
(Featuring Ty Dolla Sign)
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Writer: Jeff Bhasker, Maurice Jordan, Shawn Carter, Ernest Wilson, Jermaine Cole, Albert Goodman, George Medoro, Scott Mescudi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Keys to My Life
Slow down
Slow down, you on your way to an overdose
Plus these texts gettin' way too emoji-nal
Way too much time alone
Told the guys that you know I'm headed home, I got a trauma bond
Look at what I stumbled on
Another nigga chillin' on your couch with pajamas on
Thought I was the only one
How dare you have a nigga in your house eatin' Papa Johns?
Where you get that money from?
Lookin' at how far we come, I bought your first Vacheron
Guess we had an awesome run
Ever since I lost my mom, you was like my foster mom
Hold me like your only son
Hold me like the homies in the Chi' when they hold they guns
Hold me like a trophy in the sky when they know they won
Wasn't it always this way?
Wasn't it always this way?
Puttin' it all on display
Usin' up all your sick days
Put up with all my mistakes
Listen to all my mixtapes
'Posed to be always this way
'Posed to be always this way
Couldn't it all be so simple?
I could've used that last part for the intro
How it sound when you got Yeezy over Timbo?
From Uptown, but now she rockin' Yeezys over Timbos
Like you don't see me beatin' on your window
Like Chief Keef in the kitchen with the BDs and the endo
But that was me when I was burnin' CDs for my friends though
Now, I can't just take it on the chin like Jay Leno
Now, everybody want the info
These bitches want the pin code, these niggas swear we kinfolk
In a Benzy with a Gen-Z gettin' gentle
If I gotta pay for it, I'ma drive it like a rental
You already know my M.O.
Is you ready for the Venmo? You already know my demo
You already know I'm impulsive
And another baby is my end goal
I wanna give you keys to my life, to my life, to my life, uh
I wanna give you keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah (ah-hahahaha)
I wanna give you keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah
Slow down, you on your way to an overdose
Plus these texts gettin' way too emoji-nal
Way too much time alone
Told the guys that you know I'm headed home, I got a trauma bond
Look at what I stumbled on
Another nigga chillin' on your couch with pajamas on
Thought I was the only one
How dare you have a nigga in your house eatin' Papa Johns?
Where you get that money from?
Lookin' at how far we come, I bought your first Vacheron
Guess we had an awesome run
Ever since I lost my mom, you was like my foster mom
Hold me like your only son
Hold me like the homies in the Chi' when they hold they guns
Hold me like a trophy in the sky when they know they won
Wasn't it always this way?
Wasn't it always this way?
Puttin' it all on display
Usin' up all your sick days
Put up with all my mistakes
Listen to all my mixtapes
'Posed to be always this way
'Posed to be always this way
Couldn't it all be so simple?
I could've used that last part for the intro
How it sound when you got Yeezy over Timbo?
From Uptown, but now she rockin' Yeezys over Timbos
Like you don't see me beatin' on your window
Like Chief Keef in the kitchen with the BDs and the endo
But that was me when I was burnin' CDs for my friends though
Now, I can't just take it on the chin like Jay Leno
Now, everybody want the info
These bitches want the pin code, these niggas swear we kinfolk
In a Benzy with a Gen-Z gettin' gentle
If I gotta pay for it, I'ma drive it like a rental
You already know my M.O.
Is you ready for the Venmo? You already know my demo
You already know I'm impulsive
And another baby is my end goal
I wanna give you keys to my life, to my life, to my life, uh
I wanna give you keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah (ah-hahahaha)
I wanna give you keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah
Writer: Tyrone W. Griffin Jr., Ye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Paid
My world came to an end
And then you came back
I think you brought it back together
Now I know
There is no (there is no)
Way (there's no there is no way)
That I can go on without you baby
Yeah, history in the makin, do or die
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Me and do or die got maneuvers
Cold pimp tactics all in one package
Hollerin' at a chick that could of been a actress
Right now her back is layin' on my mattress
Why your team pissed like urine
Only rock things made for a king
Tell me tell me it was the lv
Bigger that the jeans of the
Rap floor green
That's how I gotcha
So I you want a role model to call like patra
Quit hollerin' at them losers
And get with this shit that
Got his own business an entrepreneur
Off the block now
Shit got the pipe down
Industry niggas I just got bomb
Track from kanye west pass the bomb aye
Kick the doors down like desert storm
Where's the millions
I'm the chameleon
Transformatin', rock a show like god
Drivin' for status
Big my apparatus
You gotta now I'm getting all that dough
Hotter than your shit
Bullshit, got a full clip
Think I'm a punk then get your back broke slow
I'm the shiznick down to my diznick
Lyrics so hot enough for frozen snow
Feel of the bomb again and get f*cked the he say she say
He say she say I ain't gon make it
The throne is my mine
Chi-town where's the crown
From the days of Capone, nigga
You know we gon take it
I wanna vint vivian and own my own block
Print my check like johnny walker scott
Damn if you do or you don't you move over
Save some room for the black casanova
Ladies and gentlemen
You is tunin' in to do or die (thank you) kanye west
Chi-town finest, world clap your hands for us one time
It's the world premiere, you don't understand though
Man we got the plan, we gon put it in your hands like this
It ain't nothing happenin' you know what I'm sayin'?
We make it happen, bullshit ain't nothing joe, chi-town finest
You know how it go, come on, come on
Uh, come on, come on
This the last time you see my like this here stuntin'
16,5 & 3 ain't that somethin'?
As long as we makin the paper the hoes comin'
Suppose I get behind the mic and flow somethin'
Kanye show the chain ladies expose something
With a hummer h2 with the benz there's no frontin'
With some ice you can skate on
Now I got no weight on
It's gettin to the point when the ballas try hate on
Proticops I stayed on
And made a lot of hot songs
Do you think I'm a P.I.M.P
In a sl5 halle berry colors scoop me
Groupies and gucci you know you can't exclude me
Ladies get around be like "he's so cool g"
No I'm not booshie just eric and young stoopie
The black hugh heffner
Tell me tell me lord can you hear me?
Sometimes I walk these streets and get weary
Most of the times I can't let these niggas get near me
With this hatred, jealousy, and envy
I went to church and they said you had a remedy
A remedy to set me free and take away my enemies
So I pray to the day when I get to see
All the faces that put me down up in the industry
So from the street to the club
It's ya boy show me love
We gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin love
Never fall for the love of the dough
Stay true, straight to the facts and the game to show
And then you came back
I think you brought it back together
Now I know
There is no (there is no)
Way (there's no there is no way)
That I can go on without you baby
Yeah, history in the makin, do or die
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Me and do or die got maneuvers
Cold pimp tactics all in one package
Hollerin' at a chick that could of been a actress
Right now her back is layin' on my mattress
Why your team pissed like urine
Only rock things made for a king
Tell me tell me it was the lv
Bigger that the jeans of the
Rap floor green
That's how I gotcha
So I you want a role model to call like patra
Quit hollerin' at them losers
And get with this shit that
Got his own business an entrepreneur
Off the block now
Shit got the pipe down
Industry niggas I just got bomb
Track from kanye west pass the bomb aye
Kick the doors down like desert storm
Where's the millions
I'm the chameleon
Transformatin', rock a show like god
Drivin' for status
Big my apparatus
You gotta now I'm getting all that dough
Hotter than your shit
Bullshit, got a full clip
Think I'm a punk then get your back broke slow
I'm the shiznick down to my diznick
Lyrics so hot enough for frozen snow
Feel of the bomb again and get f*cked the he say she say
He say she say I ain't gon make it
The throne is my mine
Chi-town where's the crown
From the days of Capone, nigga
You know we gon take it
I wanna vint vivian and own my own block
Print my check like johnny walker scott
Damn if you do or you don't you move over
Save some room for the black casanova
Ladies and gentlemen
You is tunin' in to do or die (thank you) kanye west
Chi-town finest, world clap your hands for us one time
It's the world premiere, you don't understand though
Man we got the plan, we gon put it in your hands like this
It ain't nothing happenin' you know what I'm sayin'?
We make it happen, bullshit ain't nothing joe, chi-town finest
You know how it go, come on, come on
Uh, come on, come on
This the last time you see my like this here stuntin'
16,5 & 3 ain't that somethin'?
As long as we makin the paper the hoes comin'
Suppose I get behind the mic and flow somethin'
Kanye show the chain ladies expose something
With a hummer h2 with the benz there's no frontin'
With some ice you can skate on
Now I got no weight on
It's gettin to the point when the ballas try hate on
Proticops I stayed on
And made a lot of hot songs
Do you think I'm a P.I.M.P
In a sl5 halle berry colors scoop me
Groupies and gucci you know you can't exclude me
Ladies get around be like "he's so cool g"
No I'm not booshie just eric and young stoopie
The black hugh heffner
Tell me tell me lord can you hear me?
Sometimes I walk these streets and get weary
Most of the times I can't let these niggas get near me
With this hatred, jealousy, and envy
I went to church and they said you had a remedy
A remedy to set me free and take away my enemies
So I pray to the day when I get to see
All the faces that put me down up in the industry
So from the street to the club
It's ya boy show me love
We gotta keep it gangstas that's how we gettin love
Never fall for the love of the dough
Stay true, straight to the facts and the game to show
Writer: ROUND, SMITH, TROUTMAN, WEST
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Talking
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
I love it here
We gonna take over the year for another year
It's your bestie, Miss, Miss Westie
Don't try to test me
It's gonna get messy
It's gonna get messy
Just, just bless me, bless me
It's your bestie, Miss, Miss Westie (talkin')
Just tryna bless me (talkin')
Just bless me, bless me (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
(Talk)
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in (ooh)
What they held in (held in)
What they held in (held in)
What they held in (held in)
Once again the clouds are gatherin' (once again, once agai-, once, once, once)
To release what they held in (once again, once a-again, once, yeah)
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
How much to sop the clock from speedin'? They might try to slow down
How much to stop my daughter from growin'? I just can't take it now
'Cause she just doin' all the shit I did when I was her age
I don't know how I'm gonna tell her, but her dad's just afraid
Of her choices, know that I've been through it
I just hope I haven't been the wrong influence
Put her on game before the world put her through it
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
That's why I gotta break the curses that were set for me
This is hard work workin', this ain't destiny
My motivation is just lookin' at my family tree
I'm tryna make sure I contribute for the legacy
Once again the clouds are gatherin' (once again, once agai-again, once)
To release what they held in (once again, once agai-again, once)
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
I love it here
We gonna take over the year for another year
It's your bestie, Miss, Miss Westie
Don't try to test me
It's gonna get messy
It's gonna get messy
Just, just bless me, bless me
It's your bestie, Miss, Miss Westie (talkin')
Just tryna bless me (talkin')
Just bless me, bless me (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
You don't want no problems, you just- (talkin')
(Talk)
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in (ooh)
What they held in (held in)
What they held in (held in)
What they held in (held in)
Once again the clouds are gatherin' (once again, once agai-, once, once, once)
To release what they held in (once again, once a-again, once, yeah)
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
How much to sop the clock from speedin'? They might try to slow down
How much to stop my daughter from growin'? I just can't take it now
'Cause she just doin' all the shit I did when I was her age
I don't know how I'm gonna tell her, but her dad's just afraid
Of her choices, know that I've been through it
I just hope I haven't been the wrong influence
Put her on game before the world put her through it
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh
That's why I gotta break the curses that were set for me
This is hard work workin', this ain't destiny
My motivation is just lookin' at my family tree
I'm tryna make sure I contribute for the legacy
Once again the clouds are gatherin' (once again, once agai-again, once)
To release what they held in (once again, once agai-again, once)
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Once again the clouds are gatherin'
To release what they held in
Writer: Kanye West, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., North West
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Back to Me
I fell in love with you, we fell in love with you
Guys like us just don't fall out of the f*cking sky, you know?
Let's keep zonin'
Let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin'
Girl, I know that it ain't over
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
Heart was broken, I am frozen
Now you're glowin'
This is more than just a moment
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
This the shit that make rap niggas mad
Them "think they cool" niggas mad
Bad bitches more bad
You shouldn't have bought her more ass, shall I add?
Tell me, where we at? (Where we at?)
I put nerds on the map (on the map)
Now this Urkel in your bitch
Did I do that?
Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Sky, you know? Sky, you know? (Uh)
And beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? (Uh)
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, uh, uh
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
And beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Sky, you know?
They just don't fall out the sky, you know?
They so valuable
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Let's keep zonin'
Let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin'
Girl, I know that it ain't over
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
Heart was broken, I am frozen
Now you're glowin'
This is more than just a moment
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
This that shit that make rap niggas mad, yeah
F*ckin' two twins, I told her skinny was in
So she took out all the ass, kept it natural (yeah)
But that thing still movin', I had to knock it down
Yeezy, where we at? (Where we at?)
Florence to Milan
Just turned a bird bitch to my ex like I was Elon
Count hundreds on the blue side, booty must've grew in size
Seen it from the front side, damn, it must be two-sized (yeah)
Goddamn it, must be two sides
Forgis on the Double R, I'm floatin' like a cruise line
Bitches wanna f*ck me, then trap me, then f*ck me over
She cryin' tears in that Maybach and not the Toyota
Once it's over, then she dead to me, give that ho a memorial
Suck my dick for the interview, a headitorial
Put you on a track, have you workin' like I appointed you
Ho, how you gon' go blockin' your blessing when I anointed you?
Beautiful big titty, butt naked bitches, where you at? Uh
Started off trippin', tell her, "Pay tuition", no congrats, uh
Winin' and dinin', now to take my ratchet ho to Saks, uh
She was too used to Hamburger Helper, chili mac
And that's facts, you can fact-check it
I'm from the crack era
Redbone bitches, they king me like I'm a black checker
Standin' at the plate, your ho catchin' balls like a bat catcher
I bring my pistol when I f*ck her 'cause it's all 'bout survival, ho
I'll gut you clean, I bet you f*ck with my rivals, though
Put that on everything, a whole a stack of bibles, ho
Real niggas like me just don't fall out the sky, you know
So keep vibin', ho
And you know that's facts, you can fact check it
I'm from the crack era
Where niggas run off and work it, don't bring it back era
Standin' at the plate, your ho catchin' balls like a back catcher
Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Guys like us just don't fall out of the f*cking sky, you know?
Let's keep zonin'
Let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin'
Girl, I know that it ain't over
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
Heart was broken, I am frozen
Now you're glowin'
This is more than just a moment
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
This the shit that make rap niggas mad
Them "think they cool" niggas mad
Bad bitches more bad
You shouldn't have bought her more ass, shall I add?
Tell me, where we at? (Where we at?)
I put nerds on the map (on the map)
Now this Urkel in your bitch
Did I do that?
Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Sky, you know? Sky, you know? (Uh)
And beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? (Uh)
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, uh, uh
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
And beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Sky, you know?
They just don't fall out the sky, you know?
They so valuable
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Let's keep zonin'
Let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin'
Girl, I know that it ain't over
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
Heart was broken, I am frozen
Now you're glowin'
This is more than just a moment
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
This that shit that make rap niggas mad, yeah
F*ckin' two twins, I told her skinny was in
So she took out all the ass, kept it natural (yeah)
But that thing still movin', I had to knock it down
Yeezy, where we at? (Where we at?)
Florence to Milan
Just turned a bird bitch to my ex like I was Elon
Count hundreds on the blue side, booty must've grew in size
Seen it from the front side, damn, it must be two-sized (yeah)
Goddamn it, must be two sides
Forgis on the Double R, I'm floatin' like a cruise line
Bitches wanna f*ck me, then trap me, then f*ck me over
She cryin' tears in that Maybach and not the Toyota
Once it's over, then she dead to me, give that ho a memorial
Suck my dick for the interview, a headitorial
Put you on a track, have you workin' like I appointed you
Ho, how you gon' go blockin' your blessing when I anointed you?
Beautiful big titty, butt naked bitches, where you at? Uh
Started off trippin', tell her, "Pay tuition", no congrats, uh
Winin' and dinin', now to take my ratchet ho to Saks, uh
She was too used to Hamburger Helper, chili mac
And that's facts, you can fact-check it
I'm from the crack era
Redbone bitches, they king me like I'm a black checker
Standin' at the plate, your ho catchin' balls like a bat catcher
I bring my pistol when I f*ck her 'cause it's all 'bout survival, ho
I'll gut you clean, I bet you f*ck with my rivals, though
Put that on everything, a whole a stack of bibles, ho
Real niggas like me just don't fall out the sky, you know
So keep vibin', ho
And you know that's facts, you can fact check it
I'm from the crack era
Where niggas run off and work it, don't bring it back era
Standin' at the plate, your ho catchin' balls like a back catcher
Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Writer: Tyrone W. Griffin Jr., Ye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (auntie)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hood- (nigga)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ahh, ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ahh, ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (auntie)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (nigga)
You look like a piece of hallelujah
Wrapped up in-, have mercy, Lord (hoodrat, hoodrat)
I know that I've got a nice whip
But I hope that me and you could be on one accord (hoodrat, hoodrat)
I shot, I scored (ahh, ma', what up?)
I take it off the board, headboard
Ah, boom, nigga (nigga, ahh, ma', what up?)
She fell in love with the sword
I sliced, I diced, I hit it from the back
Whore, whore (ahh, ma', what up?)
But I respect your feelings
When your toes tried to touch the ceiling
Havin' safe sex (auntie)
Of course, unlock the door
Bought all the things that you could dream of
Yeah that Prada, Chanel, Gucci Pucci creamer
But we all know the outcome that f*ck up the income
And then some, have mercy, Lord
And, nigga, eyes on dim sum, let the light dim some
Catch me on your TV, heart broke GD
You look like a piece of hallelujah
Wrapped up in-, have mercy, Lord (hoodrat, hoodrat)
I know that I've got a nice whip
But I hope that me and you could be on one accord (nigga)
One maker, real breath taker, real rump shaker
Do that, whip what her mama gave her
9-1-1, let me call my savior
Jesus on the main line, brand new t-shirt (ahh, ma' what up?)
Don't make me stain mine
Drank so much, she throwin' up my gang sign
Throwin' up my gang sign (auntie)
Throwin' up my gang sign (nigga)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ahh, ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (nigga)
People are funny, they know Kanye's great too
But the way he conducts himself, they hate to believe it
But they can't help it, they know he's great (right)
Why would- listen
Shit Kanye say is basically affirmations that people say for success
And it sounds insane because that's what motherf*ckers do
But he sounds insane and that sign is signs of a leader
No doubt he's got some mental f*ckin' issues, most leaders do
The delusional issue, "I'm a god"
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (auntie)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hood- (nigga)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ahh, ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ahh, ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (auntie)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (nigga)
You look like a piece of hallelujah
Wrapped up in-, have mercy, Lord (hoodrat, hoodrat)
I know that I've got a nice whip
But I hope that me and you could be on one accord (hoodrat, hoodrat)
I shot, I scored (ahh, ma', what up?)
I take it off the board, headboard
Ah, boom, nigga (nigga, ahh, ma', what up?)
She fell in love with the sword
I sliced, I diced, I hit it from the back
Whore, whore (ahh, ma', what up?)
But I respect your feelings
When your toes tried to touch the ceiling
Havin' safe sex (auntie)
Of course, unlock the door
Bought all the things that you could dream of
Yeah that Prada, Chanel, Gucci Pucci creamer
But we all know the outcome that f*ck up the income
And then some, have mercy, Lord
And, nigga, eyes on dim sum, let the light dim some
Catch me on your TV, heart broke GD
You look like a piece of hallelujah
Wrapped up in-, have mercy, Lord (hoodrat, hoodrat)
I know that I've got a nice whip
But I hope that me and you could be on one accord (nigga)
One maker, real breath taker, real rump shaker
Do that, whip what her mama gave her
9-1-1, let me call my savior
Jesus on the main line, brand new t-shirt (ahh, ma' what up?)
Don't make me stain mine
Drank so much, she throwin' up my gang sign
Throwin' up my gang sign (auntie)
Throwin' up my gang sign (nigga)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (ahh, ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (nigga)
People are funny, they know Kanye's great too
But the way he conducts himself, they hate to believe it
But they can't help it, they know he's great (right)
Why would- listen
Shit Kanye say is basically affirmations that people say for success
And it sounds insane because that's what motherf*ckers do
But he sounds insane and that sign is signs of a leader
No doubt he's got some mental f*ckin' issues, most leaders do
The delusional issue, "I'm a god"
Writer: Tyrone W. Griffin Jr., Ye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Do It
Do it stay waxed?
Do it smell fresh?
Can I feel your juice through the latex?
If you go 'round, do you stay wet?
Can your homegirl watch? Can she go next?
Need the lights on, tell her watch this
When I make you cream, I'ma talk shit (I just wanna know)
And you f*ck back, and you got grip
Stick your tongue out when you get your spot hit
I just wanna know
All this money on the floor
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
Just touched down, feelin' like Luchi
F*ckin' on Teecha, f*ckin' on Suzi
Don't discriminate with this Uzi
She just wanna drink, do a little toosie
Beat it all day, beat it all night
I be on gorilla, goin' Kimbo Slice
I be with the killers, need to pay your fines
Try me once, you gon' pay with your life
All these dimes on me
What's your set? Bitch, throw it up
Heard you got a man, but he ain't like us
Your bitty bands ain't doin' enough
Know it's all on me
This might make you fall in love
Tellin' your friends you found the one
And I'm like "Who?", and I'm like "What?"
All this money on the floor
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
You don't like it? That's your loss
Your opinion don't change the show cost
Let me know what these hoes cost
I ain't finna pay the whole cost
Throwin' so much money, you gon' need an audit
God in me, so anything you want, I got it
Southside, do or die, Chi-Town top five
Four, three, two, one, who am I?
Ye, that's Ye-Ye
Text a ho a hunnid K, Apple payday
If I show up where she work, I think she just might quit
I just bought my bitch a bitch, uh
Spendin' all this money like it's free to me
That shit fall off trees to me
We ain't even stress, we the new kings and sheiks
We done made a mess, they gon' have to clean for weeks
All this money on the floor (yee)
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
Do it, do it
She got the lil' fat, she finna lose it (she finna lose)
F*ck her from the back goin' stupid (goin' stupid)
Pullin' out the tracks, she gotta glue it (she gotta glue it)
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, she choosin' (she good)
F*ck her like I love her, I'm confusin' (I would)
She don't wanna go home, she refusin'
Hit it up the cherry bomb, that pussy purrin'
Top boy, I ain't the lil' one
Thugged out, bitch nigga better get a gun
I'm him on a B, I'm the biggest one
It's a opp in the party, I'm finna kill the fun
Yeah, you tellin' all the lies
Stay with the money, I'm with Yeezy and Dolla $ign
That pussy wet, you would've swore I ran a water line
The hoes love me 'cause I'm a water sign
All this money on the floor (4Hunnid)
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
Do it smell fresh?
Can I feel your juice through the latex?
If you go 'round, do you stay wet?
Can your homegirl watch? Can she go next?
Need the lights on, tell her watch this
When I make you cream, I'ma talk shit (I just wanna know)
And you f*ck back, and you got grip
Stick your tongue out when you get your spot hit
I just wanna know
All this money on the floor
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
Just touched down, feelin' like Luchi
F*ckin' on Teecha, f*ckin' on Suzi
Don't discriminate with this Uzi
She just wanna drink, do a little toosie
Beat it all day, beat it all night
I be on gorilla, goin' Kimbo Slice
I be with the killers, need to pay your fines
Try me once, you gon' pay with your life
All these dimes on me
What's your set? Bitch, throw it up
Heard you got a man, but he ain't like us
Your bitty bands ain't doin' enough
Know it's all on me
This might make you fall in love
Tellin' your friends you found the one
And I'm like "Who?", and I'm like "What?"
All this money on the floor
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
You don't like it? That's your loss
Your opinion don't change the show cost
Let me know what these hoes cost
I ain't finna pay the whole cost
Throwin' so much money, you gon' need an audit
God in me, so anything you want, I got it
Southside, do or die, Chi-Town top five
Four, three, two, one, who am I?
Ye, that's Ye-Ye
Text a ho a hunnid K, Apple payday
If I show up where she work, I think she just might quit
I just bought my bitch a bitch, uh
Spendin' all this money like it's free to me
That shit fall off trees to me
We ain't even stress, we the new kings and sheiks
We done made a mess, they gon' have to clean for weeks
All this money on the floor (yee)
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
Do it, do it
She got the lil' fat, she finna lose it (she finna lose)
F*ck her from the back goin' stupid (goin' stupid)
Pullin' out the tracks, she gotta glue it (she gotta glue it)
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, she choosin' (she good)
F*ck her like I love her, I'm confusin' (I would)
She don't wanna go home, she refusin'
Hit it up the cherry bomb, that pussy purrin'
Top boy, I ain't the lil' one
Thugged out, bitch nigga better get a gun
I'm him on a B, I'm the biggest one
It's a opp in the party, I'm finna kill the fun
Yeah, you tellin' all the lies
Stay with the money, I'm with Yeezy and Dolla $ign
That pussy wet, you would've swore I ran a water line
The hoes love me 'cause I'm a water sign
All this money on the floor (4Hunnid)
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I do it
Baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
Writer: Tyrone W. Griffin Jr., Ye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Paperwork
Let me get my paper right
Then come out, let's play tonight
Let me get my paper right
Then come out, let's play tonight
Back on that for the paper (soo)
Benjamin Frank, that's my neighbor (ah)
Deep in the night, let's get dangerous (thief)
We not the type to point fingers (nah)
She took the pipe, now she famous (slatt)
It's plenty paper in rotation (woo)
Let's pick a private location (let's go)
It's a no relation vacation (let's roll)
Went crazy, now let's go amazing
You could pick out your favorite purse (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, better get your paper work
Back on that for the paper (cash)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda
Bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda
Baby, chill, don't worry 'bout that
You don't need a real job
Forget about all the problems
You can go call your mama
Tell her you married to the mob
This one is a real vibe
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Lay back, enjoy the ride (Quavo)
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Paying you, I'm late for work (work)
My excuse, I pay for twerk (twerk)
She prefer we play in Turks
It's a pay per view, don't play with her (no)
Drunk off X, it was supposed to be Percs
Let me get my paper right
Say she the voice, who she supposed to be, Durk?
Then come out, let's play tonight
How about I ask you this question first (ooh, yeah, yah)
What you gon' do for this baby Birk'? (Okay, yeah)
She said it's giving, she's s'posed to serve (okay, yeah)
I said, "What would you do if the roles reverse?"
She said, "You'll make mami late for work"
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
Then come out, let's play tonight
Let me get my paper right
Then come out, let's play tonight
Back on that for the paper (soo)
Benjamin Frank, that's my neighbor (ah)
Deep in the night, let's get dangerous (thief)
We not the type to point fingers (nah)
She took the pipe, now she famous (slatt)
It's plenty paper in rotation (woo)
Let's pick a private location (let's go)
It's a no relation vacation (let's roll)
Went crazy, now let's go amazing
You could pick out your favorite purse (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, better get your paper work
Back on that for the paper (cash)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Back on that for the paper (woo)
Bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda
Bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda, bunda
Baby, chill, don't worry 'bout that
You don't need a real job
Forget about all the problems
You can go call your mama
Tell her you married to the mob
This one is a real vibe
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Lay back, enjoy the ride (Quavo)
Lay back, enjoy the ride
Paying you, I'm late for work (work)
My excuse, I pay for twerk (twerk)
She prefer we play in Turks
It's a pay per view, don't play with her (no)
Drunk off X, it was supposed to be Percs
Let me get my paper right
Say she the voice, who she supposed to be, Durk?
Then come out, let's play tonight
How about I ask you this question first (ooh, yeah, yah)
What you gon' do for this baby Birk'? (Okay, yeah)
She said it's giving, she's s'posed to serve (okay, yeah)
I said, "What would you do if the roles reverse?"
She said, "You'll make mami late for work"
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
Writer: Tyrone W. Griffin Jr., Ye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BURN
Oh, burn everything like gasoline
Oh, burn everything like gasoline
Oh, like gasoline
Wife got Celine
That's not my thing
We got those tings
Oh, I just can't change
Burn everything
Oh, burn everything
Storm it look like lightning when I shine (legend, legend)
They gon' know my name before I die (legend, legend, legendary)
Glory in my eyes, this is the story of my life
And you'll be sorry that you tried me
You'll be sorry that you lied, yeah, you'll be sorry
I pour up 40 for the guys, this for my brodies in the skies
And not these phonies in disguise, they tellin' stories
Yeah, they tellin' stories, tellin' lies
'Cause the fact is I'm right, so the facts they don't lie
Uh, they tellin' stories, tellin' lies
Tryna censor my light but I'm blessed, I'm alright
Storm it look like lightning when I shine (legend, legend)
They gon' know my name before I die (legend, legend, legendary)
Storm it look like lightning when I shine (legend, legend)
They gon' know my name before I die (legend, legend, legendary)
Legend (legend)
Yeah, ayy, I'm a legend when I step in
Ego trippin', ego deathin'
This is destined, this is God flow
This is Heaven, this that 777
This that flow from my transgressions
Second guessin' every second
Each and every session feel like sex in armageddon
This my new obsession, 'cause this bitch in my possession
What's in my direction, just these mills in my expression
Baby, I'm your best friend, not your boyfriend, that's a dead end
Didn't you learn your lesson from your last man? Shit depressing
Didn't I tell you last time, I'm a motherf*ckin'
Legend
(They gon' know my name before I die) burn everything
(Storm it look like lightning when I shine) legend, like gasoline
(They gon' know my name before I die) burn everything
(Storm it look like lightning when I shine) oh, burn everything
I just can't change
Burn everything
Burn everything
Oh, burn everything like gasoline
Oh, like gasoline
Wife got Celine
That's not my thing
We got those tings
Oh, I just can't change
Burn everything
Oh, burn everything
Storm it look like lightning when I shine (legend, legend)
They gon' know my name before I die (legend, legend, legendary)
Glory in my eyes, this is the story of my life
And you'll be sorry that you tried me
You'll be sorry that you lied, yeah, you'll be sorry
I pour up 40 for the guys, this for my brodies in the skies
And not these phonies in disguise, they tellin' stories
Yeah, they tellin' stories, tellin' lies
'Cause the fact is I'm right, so the facts they don't lie
Uh, they tellin' stories, tellin' lies
Tryna censor my light but I'm blessed, I'm alright
Storm it look like lightning when I shine (legend, legend)
They gon' know my name before I die (legend, legend, legendary)
Storm it look like lightning when I shine (legend, legend)
They gon' know my name before I die (legend, legend, legendary)
Legend (legend)
Yeah, ayy, I'm a legend when I step in
Ego trippin', ego deathin'
This is destined, this is God flow
This is Heaven, this that 777
This that flow from my transgressions
Second guessin' every second
Each and every session feel like sex in armageddon
This my new obsession, 'cause this bitch in my possession
What's in my direction, just these mills in my expression
Baby, I'm your best friend, not your boyfriend, that's a dead end
Didn't you learn your lesson from your last man? Shit depressing
Didn't I tell you last time, I'm a motherf*ckin'
Legend
(They gon' know my name before I die) burn everything
(Storm it look like lightning when I shine) legend, like gasoline
(They gon' know my name before I die) burn everything
(Storm it look like lightning when I shine) oh, burn everything
I just can't change
Burn everything
Burn everything
Writer: Sean Leon, Kanye West, Bijan Amirkhani, John Cunningham
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O DistroKid
Fuk Sumn
Smokin' on a junt with my niggas drinkin' O.E
Stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
Smokin' on a junt with my niggas drinkin' O.E
Stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Ooh, ooh, right, uh, now (Hol' up)
Shawty wanna f*ck on me, I told her, "Let's go, uh, now" (hol' up)
She asked me to nut on her face, she tryna show, uh, out
Miami, Bal Harbour, before I tote, uh, ah
I'm on the G6 brackin' shit with my pole, ha, uh
All black Brabus truck, lookin' like my soldier with that, mmh
All of my vices teams, gotta keep them close, they might jump out, uh
You not gon' stand a chance, we're clearin' that ho before we cool out
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
Baby, don't keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don't wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
Baby, don't keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don't wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
We comin' down swervin', mmm
This the real, not a version
Even Jesus ain't marry a virgin
Now I can finally, guess it's workin'
We comin' down swervin'
This the real, not a version
I don't care who you f*cked, you a virgin to me
You a pervin' to me, baby, perfect to me
Hold my coat, hold my drink
On my own, come with me
Shawty wanna f*ck on somethin'?
F*ck on me, suck on me publicly (yeah)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (fire)
Yeah, she feelin' herself (ooh-ooh), yeah, she feelin' on me (yeah)
Only stuff I can give you is that one plus two is three (Ah)
Block the number, and that shit started with three some
Me not the threesome, we 'bout to have a mean one
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now (woo)
Brown skin, but you know I had her creamin'
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin'
She hit the group chat, said "That nigga had me fienin'" (ah)
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Beat me up (ooh)
Stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
Smokin' on a junt with my niggas drinkin' O.E
Stop off, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Ooh, ooh, right, uh, now (Hol' up)
Shawty wanna f*ck on me, I told her, "Let's go, uh, now" (hol' up)
She asked me to nut on her face, she tryna show, uh, out
Miami, Bal Harbour, before I tote, uh, ah
I'm on the G6 brackin' shit with my pole, ha, uh
All black Brabus truck, lookin' like my soldier with that, mmh
All of my vices teams, gotta keep them close, they might jump out, uh
You not gon' stand a chance, we're clearin' that ho before we cool out
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
Baby, don't keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don't wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
Baby, don't keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don't wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
We comin' down swervin', mmm
This the real, not a version
Even Jesus ain't marry a virgin
Now I can finally, guess it's workin'
We comin' down swervin'
This the real, not a version
I don't care who you f*cked, you a virgin to me
You a pervin' to me, baby, perfect to me
Hold my coat, hold my drink
On my own, come with me
Shawty wanna f*ck on somethin'?
F*ck on me, suck on me publicly (yeah)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire
La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (fire)
Yeah, she feelin' herself (ooh-ooh), yeah, she feelin' on me (yeah)
Only stuff I can give you is that one plus two is three (Ah)
Block the number, and that shit started with three some
Me not the threesome, we 'bout to have a mean one
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now (woo)
Brown skin, but you know I had her creamin'
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin'
She hit the group chat, said "That nigga had me fienin'" (ah)
I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna f*ck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna f*ck somethin' right now
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna f*ck? Whoa
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Beat me up (ooh)
Writer: Kanye West, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Vultures
All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit your whip and flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hottest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What, you gon' charge that old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me
Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all your insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
Smurkio, f*ck that bitch and leave, I don't care who she f*ck
Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS
I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me
You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me
Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city
Why you DM'in' my bitch actin' like we f*ck? These hoes below-semi
Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari
Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari
Never tell her "Sorry", this car a Ferrari
Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi
(This Chicago, nigga, go)
Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don't know who I f*cked last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just f*cked a Jewish bitch
I just f*cked Scooter's bitch and we ran up like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches
She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
F*ck it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (with the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pimp flow, tell a ho "No, I don't wanna f*ck"
She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out
We beat that shit so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Cool
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.S.
She snottin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just saw my ex, and she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah
Lotta them rappers be f*ckin' it up
Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
F*ck the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs
Can't be my main if we met in the club
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f*ck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f*ck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit your whip and flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hottest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What, you gon' charge that old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me
Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all your insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
Smurkio, f*ck that bitch and leave, I don't care who she f*ck
Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS
I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me
You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me
Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city
Why you DM'in' my bitch actin' like we f*ck? These hoes below-semi
Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari
Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari
Never tell her "Sorry", this car a Ferrari
Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi
(This Chicago, nigga, go)
Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don't know who I f*cked last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just f*cked a Jewish bitch
I just f*cked Scooter's bitch and we ran up like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches
She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
F*ck it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (with the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pimp flow, tell a ho "No, I don't wanna f*ck"
She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out
We beat that shit so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Cool
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.S.
She snottin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just saw my ex, and she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah
Lotta them rappers be f*ckin' it up
Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
F*ck the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs
Can't be my main if we met in the club
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f*ck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna f*ck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Game to light that-
Writer: Kanye Omari West, Tyrone William Griffin, Terrence Boykin, Orlando Wilder, Jens Thomason, LiLMexicoBeatz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Carnival
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go
Ha, ha, ha, schyeah
Way too rich to drive a Rove'
Made a milli' off the stove
She like to put it in her nose
Pretty bitch with white toes
I done put on all the bros
I done f*cked her in the Rolls
I done pulled up in the Ghost
I done reached all my goals
Yeah, yeah, pull up with Yeezy and Dolla $ign
I'm all about business, I'm mindin' mine
Pull up in the trenches like Columbine
Pull up with the rocket like NumbaNine
I don't want your hoes
Young nigga, reach all the goals
Let her suck the dick, said she was a pro
If she scrape with teeth, I'ma tell her to go
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go (ha, ha)
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible (Dolla $ign)
She ride it like Six Flags
We turn up to the max
I whop her from the back
I gave that bitch a cramp
They love me out in France
In the hood, I'm good, I'm stamped
Every day I dress all black
For a show, nine hundred racks
Middle East call, double that
On my neck, a bubble bath
On my wrist, new Cadillac
Cut her off, don't want her back
Little bitch, I'm a superstar
These hoes wanna f*ck my car
My dawg put a nigga in park
Gotta watch out for the narcs, ayy
This that Game of Thrones, Yeezy, not the clones
Elon, where my rocketship? It's time to go home
They served us the porn since the day we was born
Anybody pissed off, gotta make 'em drink the urine
Now I'm Ye-Kelly, bitch, now, I'm Bill Cosby, bitch
Now, I'm Puff Daddy rich, that's "#MeToo me" rich
Why she say she sucked my dick? Then she say she ain't sucked my dick
She gon' take it up the ass like a ventriloquist
I mean since Taylor Swift, since I had the Rollie on the wrist
I'm the new Jesus, bitch, I turn water to Cris'
This for what they did to Chris, they can't do shit with this
Got my kids in a fake school, we ain't
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival (Schyeah)
I done did the impossible (Schyeah)
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
She ride dick like a carnival
Bend her over, havin' flashbacks, she gon' eat me up like a carnivore
It's the way I pop my shit, the hoes not ready, I'm goin' barnacles
Movin', I feel like I'm Jason, can't get arrested, I make 'em stumble
She want a private section, roll off them Xs when I'm on Melrose
She tatted my name on her titties, yeah, you can bust it, but it's a borrow
Hol' up, sittin' back, countin' up dubs, I was raised in the borough
She wanna taste it, checkin' the swag today, ho, come back tomorrow
If you know what I know, hide your ho
Just off the facts that we havin' them hunchos
Runnin' around in the lobby, I know that they tired of me havin' like ten hoes
She need some credentials just to be presidential, hol' up, hol' up
I'm 'bout to buy her some dentures, make that ho eat me for dinner, whoa, whoa
Pain all in my eyes, I can't see, uh
I'm 'bout to jump out my body, I'm ready to leap, uh
I'm 'bout to nut on her body and tell the ho, "Leave," 'kay
Fifty mil' stuffed in the bag, tell the whole gang, "Eat," uh
It's Ye and Barti, tell me who f*ckin' with we?
I'm hot like Tha Carter, I'm feelin' that ho in my sleep
Dollar signs all in my dreams, I don't never see Zs, whoa (whoa-whoa)
The swag cover my body like it's a disease, whoa (whoa-whoa)
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go
Ha, ha, ha, schyeah
Way too rich to drive a Rove'
Made a milli' off the stove
She like to put it in her nose
Pretty bitch with white toes
I done put on all the bros
I done f*cked her in the Rolls
I done pulled up in the Ghost
I done reached all my goals
Yeah, yeah, pull up with Yeezy and Dolla $ign
I'm all about business, I'm mindin' mine
Pull up in the trenches like Columbine
Pull up with the rocket like NumbaNine
I don't want your hoes
Young nigga, reach all the goals
Let her suck the dick, said she was a pro
If she scrape with teeth, I'ma tell her to go
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go (ha, ha)
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible (Dolla $ign)
She ride it like Six Flags
We turn up to the max
I whop her from the back
I gave that bitch a cramp
They love me out in France
In the hood, I'm good, I'm stamped
Every day I dress all black
For a show, nine hundred racks
Middle East call, double that
On my neck, a bubble bath
On my wrist, new Cadillac
Cut her off, don't want her back
Little bitch, I'm a superstar
These hoes wanna f*ck my car
My dawg put a nigga in park
Gotta watch out for the narcs, ayy
This that Game of Thrones, Yeezy, not the clones
Elon, where my rocketship? It's time to go home
They served us the porn since the day we was born
Anybody pissed off, gotta make 'em drink the urine
Now I'm Ye-Kelly, bitch, now, I'm Bill Cosby, bitch
Now, I'm Puff Daddy rich, that's "#MeToo me" rich
Why she say she sucked my dick? Then she say she ain't sucked my dick
She gon' take it up the ass like a ventriloquist
I mean since Taylor Swift, since I had the Rollie on the wrist
I'm the new Jesus, bitch, I turn water to Cris'
This for what they did to Chris, they can't do shit with this
Got my kids in a fake school, we ain't
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival (Schyeah)
I done did the impossible (Schyeah)
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
She ride dick like a carnival
Bend her over, havin' flashbacks, she gon' eat me up like a carnivore
It's the way I pop my shit, the hoes not ready, I'm goin' barnacles
Movin', I feel like I'm Jason, can't get arrested, I make 'em stumble
She want a private section, roll off them Xs when I'm on Melrose
She tatted my name on her titties, yeah, you can bust it, but it's a borrow
Hol' up, sittin' back, countin' up dubs, I was raised in the borough
She wanna taste it, checkin' the swag today, ho, come back tomorrow
If you know what I know, hide your ho
Just off the facts that we havin' them hunchos
Runnin' around in the lobby, I know that they tired of me havin' like ten hoes
She need some credentials just to be presidential, hol' up, hol' up
I'm 'bout to buy her some dentures, make that ho eat me for dinner, whoa, whoa
Pain all in my eyes, I can't see, uh
I'm 'bout to jump out my body, I'm ready to leap, uh
I'm 'bout to nut on her body and tell the ho, "Leave," 'kay
Fifty mil' stuffed in the bag, tell the whole gang, "Eat," uh
It's Ye and Barti, tell me who f*ckin' with we?
I'm hot like Tha Carter, I'm feelin' that ho in my sleep
Dollar signs all in my dreams, I don't never see Zs, whoa (whoa-whoa)
The swag cover my body like it's a disease, whoa (whoa-whoa)
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Writer: Kanye West, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BEG FORGIVENESS
You've gone too far
You've gone too far and you should hang your head in shame
For these wounds, I cannot stay
You've gone too far
You've gone too far
Wide awake and I can't hear my heartbeat
Hope it cradles me and rocks my heart to sleep
Protector in the light and a stranger in the dark
And you don't say anything more
Bound by suffocating secrets I must keep
You've gone too far
You've gone too far and you should hang your head in shame
For these wounds, I cannot stay
you've gone too far
You've gone too far
Sum of all the parts that you have taken
Are a fraction of the parts that make me whole
For he was stronger than I was
But it's strength you can't sustain
Do not come to give me counsel
You should beg forgiveness of me
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness of me
Wide awake and I can't hear my heartbeat
Hope it cradles me and rocks my heart to sleep
Protector in the light and a stranger in the dark
And he don't say anything more
Bound by suffocating secrets I must keep
You've gone too far
You've gone too far and you should hang your head in shame
For these wounds, I cannot stay
You've gone too far
You've gone too far
Sum of all the parts that you have taken
Are a fraction of the parts that make me whole
For he was stronger than I was
But it's strength you can't sustain
Do not come to give me counsel
You should beg forgiveness of me
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness of me
F*ck it up one time
I know what you want, I'm readin' the signs
Don't let your moment pass you by
Don't let your moment pass you by
Had to go in my whole life
A hundred percent covered in ice
Put down your phone, cut off the lights
Lights, cut off the lights, covered in ice
And if I go tonight, know that I lived a lovely life
Just make sure my kids are right and it is alright
And if I go tonight, just know I lived a lovely life
Tell my kids to live they life how they wanna live they life
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness
Say you wanna make amends before I go
Now you wanna put your heart on the line
God knows the way you are
I will wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait, don't wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait
Now you wanna be so sad
Wanna be with me so bad after driving me so mad
Yeah, you know, I'm still suffocating on your every lie
Yeah, you know, I'm still wakin' up with murder on my mind
Yeah, you know, I'm still suffocating on your every lie
Yeah, you know, I'm still wakin' up with murder on my mind, and you know
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness (Oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness (Oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness (Oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness (oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness
You've gone too far and you should hang your head in shame
For these wounds, I cannot stay
You've gone too far
You've gone too far
Wide awake and I can't hear my heartbeat
Hope it cradles me and rocks my heart to sleep
Protector in the light and a stranger in the dark
And you don't say anything more
Bound by suffocating secrets I must keep
You've gone too far
You've gone too far and you should hang your head in shame
For these wounds, I cannot stay
you've gone too far
You've gone too far
Sum of all the parts that you have taken
Are a fraction of the parts that make me whole
For he was stronger than I was
But it's strength you can't sustain
Do not come to give me counsel
You should beg forgiveness of me
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness of me
Wide awake and I can't hear my heartbeat
Hope it cradles me and rocks my heart to sleep
Protector in the light and a stranger in the dark
And he don't say anything more
Bound by suffocating secrets I must keep
You've gone too far
You've gone too far and you should hang your head in shame
For these wounds, I cannot stay
You've gone too far
You've gone too far
Sum of all the parts that you have taken
Are a fraction of the parts that make me whole
For he was stronger than I was
But it's strength you can't sustain
Do not come to give me counsel
You should beg forgiveness of me
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness
You should beg forgiveness of me
F*ck it up one time
I know what you want, I'm readin' the signs
Don't let your moment pass you by
Don't let your moment pass you by
Had to go in my whole life
A hundred percent covered in ice
Put down your phone, cut off the lights
Lights, cut off the lights, covered in ice
And if I go tonight, know that I lived a lovely life
Just make sure my kids are right and it is alright
And if I go tonight, just know I lived a lovely life
Tell my kids to live they life how they wanna live they life
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness
Beg forgiveness
Say you wanna make amends before I go
Now you wanna put your heart on the line
God knows the way you are
I will wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait, don't wait, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait
Now you wanna be so sad
Wanna be with me so bad after driving me so mad
Yeah, you know, I'm still suffocating on your every lie
Yeah, you know, I'm still wakin' up with murder on my mind
Yeah, you know, I'm still suffocating on your every lie
Yeah, you know, I'm still wakin' up with murder on my mind, and you know
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness (Oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness (Oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness, beg forgiveness (Oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness (oh-ah-ah)
Beg forgiveness
Writer: Tyrone W. Griffin Jr., Ye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Good (Dont Die)
Like we always do at this time
I go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
I go-go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
I'ma put shit down
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
I'm good
Welcome to the good life
Where niggas who sell D
Won't even get pulled over in they new V
The good life, let's go on a living spree
Shit, they say the best things in life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
So I roll through good
Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari
And she got the goods
And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry
Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned
Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's
50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
And watch the money pile up" the good life
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky (ayy)
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
I'ma put shit down
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
I'm good
Welcome to the good life
Where we like the girls who ain't on TV
'Cause they got more (ass than the models)
The good life, so keep it coming with the bottles
'Til she feel booze like she bombed at Apollo
The good life, it feel like Houston
It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C.
It feel like VA, or the Bay, or Yay
Ayy, this is the good life
Welcome to the good life
Uh, homie, tell me what's good
Why I only got a problem when you in the hood?
Welcome to the good life
Like I'm new in the hood, the only thing I wish
(I wish a nigga would)
Welcome to the good life
He probably think he could, but, but
I don't think he should
Welcome to the good life
50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
And watch the money pile up" the good life
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine (yeah)
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky (ayy)
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
I'ma put shit down
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (I'm good)
Have you ever popped champagne on a plane
While getting some brain?
Whipped it out, she said, "I never seen snakes on a plane"
Whether you broke or rich, you gotta get this
Havin' money's the everything, not havin' it is
I was splurgin' on trizz
But when I get my card back activated
I'm back to Vegas (welcome to the good life)
'Cause I always had a passion for flashin' before I had it
I close my eyes and imagine the good life (hey)
Is the good life better than the life I live
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy
And now my grandmama ain't the only girl calling me baby
And if you feelin' me now then put your hands up in the sky
And let me hear you say hey, hey, hey, ooh
I'm good
I go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
I go-go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
I'ma put shit down
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
I'm good
Welcome to the good life
Where niggas who sell D
Won't even get pulled over in they new V
The good life, let's go on a living spree
Shit, they say the best things in life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
So I roll through good
Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari
And she got the goods
And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry
Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned
Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's
50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
And watch the money pile up" the good life
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky (ayy)
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
I'ma put shit down
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
I'm good
Welcome to the good life
Where we like the girls who ain't on TV
'Cause they got more (ass than the models)
The good life, so keep it coming with the bottles
'Til she feel booze like she bombed at Apollo
The good life, it feel like Houston
It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C.
It feel like VA, or the Bay, or Yay
Ayy, this is the good life
Welcome to the good life
Uh, homie, tell me what's good
Why I only got a problem when you in the hood?
Welcome to the good life
Like I'm new in the hood, the only thing I wish
(I wish a nigga would)
Welcome to the good life
He probably think he could, but, but
I don't think he should
Welcome to the good life
50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
And watch the money pile up" the good life
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine (yeah)
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw yo' hands up in the sky (ayy)
I'ma get on this TV mama, I'ma
I'ma put shit down
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (I'm good)
Have you ever popped champagne on a plane
While getting some brain?
Whipped it out, she said, "I never seen snakes on a plane"
Whether you broke or rich, you gotta get this
Havin' money's the everything, not havin' it is
I was splurgin' on trizz
But when I get my card back activated
I'm back to Vegas (welcome to the good life)
'Cause I always had a passion for flashin' before I had it
I close my eyes and imagine the good life (hey)
Is the good life better than the life I live
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy
And now my grandmama ain't the only girl calling me baby
And if you feelin' me now then put your hands up in the sky
And let me hear you say hey, hey, hey, ooh
I'm good
Writer: Aldrin Davis, Faheem Najm, James Ingram, John Stephens, Kanye West, Michael Dean, Quincy Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections Publishing, Royalty Network, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Word Collections Publishing, Royalty Network, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Problematic
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
F*ckin' on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)
That Pope like the leader of the Vati-
Can he do it again?
Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend
And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again (throw your motherf*ckin' hands)
They lookin' like prey, I guess that's why they praying
And when you flyin' private, it can't be no delayin'
When I speak my mind, it's gon' be some lawsuits and furniture movin'
I gotta haul through, like when you be movin'
I gotta fly to Japan just to be secluded
They did no damage, would I give 'em no chances?
Even if they get a chance, here's panic like they know Spanish
How I brand all of these clothes?
How every tantrum I throw make an anthem for hoes?
This my life, not a quote
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
F*ckin' on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)
I'ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldi's
Throw my dick a party
Your dress code upscale, used to shop at Aldi's
I ran up some numbers, now I got what ya all need
Give your homegirl the boric acid, save the summer
New abs, she droppin' fast, it's time to come up, blackout
Passin' out and then she wakin' up gorgeous
I'm not racist, it's a preference
And my bitch lookin' like a reference
Don't I make the rules like a referee
Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs, she a loud mouth
I need to sign a seal, a couple brand new deals
Gotta get this shit off my chest, I got some shit to spill
Passin' out NDAs, nigga, deal with it after
I just f*cked the world raw, she need a morning after
And then the morning after
And I quote, "It's only one G.O.A.T," let you have your fun though
Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan
Every day in New Jersey, on my way to New York
I was late to every meeting in my Queens tunnel
But all the hoes in Hoboken know
If I seen you outside with the open-toes
You might get you a trip to the Poconos
You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio
That was a jokey-joke
That wasn't nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke
Crying in high school over a high school bitch
And she still in the dark taking night school, bitch
Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL, bitch
Wish somebody woulda warned us
When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn't born yet
African king in a different time
We got multiple wives too, just at different times
Picture this, if every room got a different bitch
Do that make me a po-nigga-mist?
Without the deals, I guarantee I'm still nigga rich
Shit is f*cking ridiculous
F*ckin' on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)
That Pope like the leader of the Vati-
Can he do it again?
Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend
And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again (throw your motherf*ckin' hands)
They lookin' like prey, I guess that's why they praying
And when you flyin' private, it can't be no delayin'
When I speak my mind, it's gon' be some lawsuits and furniture movin'
I gotta haul through, like when you be movin'
I gotta fly to Japan just to be secluded
They did no damage, would I give 'em no chances?
Even if they get a chance, here's panic like they know Spanish
How I brand all of these clothes?
How every tantrum I throw make an anthem for hoes?
This my life, not a quote
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
F*ckin' on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)
I'ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldi's
Throw my dick a party
Your dress code upscale, used to shop at Aldi's
I ran up some numbers, now I got what ya all need
Give your homegirl the boric acid, save the summer
New abs, she droppin' fast, it's time to come up, blackout
Passin' out and then she wakin' up gorgeous
I'm not racist, it's a preference
And my bitch lookin' like a reference
Don't I make the rules like a referee
Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs, she a loud mouth
I need to sign a seal, a couple brand new deals
Gotta get this shit off my chest, I got some shit to spill
Passin' out NDAs, nigga, deal with it after
I just f*cked the world raw, she need a morning after
And then the morning after
And I quote, "It's only one G.O.A.T," let you have your fun though
Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan
Every day in New Jersey, on my way to New York
I was late to every meeting in my Queens tunnel
But all the hoes in Hoboken know
If I seen you outside with the open-toes
You might get you a trip to the Poconos
You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio
That was a jokey-joke
That wasn't nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke
Crying in high school over a high school bitch
And she still in the dark taking night school, bitch
Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL, bitch
Wish somebody woulda warned us
When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn't born yet
African king in a different time
We got multiple wives too, just at different times
Picture this, if every room got a different bitch
Do that make me a po-nigga-mist?
Without the deals, I guarantee I'm still nigga rich
Shit is f*cking ridiculous
Writer: Kanye West, Tyrone Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
King
After everything said, huh, man, man
After everything said, huh, man, man
"Crazy, bipolar, antisemite"
And I'm still the king
Still the king, still the
They thought headlines was my kryptonite
Still the king, still the king
It's what y'all all been waitin' for, huh?
Guess a real nigga couldn't take no more, huh
Niggas mad 'cause they can't talk to Ye no more, huh
It was f*cks given now it ain't no more, huh
If you ain't mean it, what you say it for, huh?
She just wanna f*ck at the Bottega store, huh
Way she suck me off, I should be payin' more, huh
Attention to my bitch 'cause she actin' like a slut
Bring four sluts right now
Shut the hell up 'fore you get exiled
And, I'm still
"Crazy, bipolar, antisemite"
And I'm still the king
They thought headlines was my kryptonite, bitch
I'm still the king, I'm still the king
Paparazzi love me, they show up to everything
I can pay you double, let me put you on the team
White Castle to Italian castles, we did everything
Sold out every stadium that we got every week
I don't give a-, uh-uh, ooh
Why? Mm, the king
All that word of mouth couldn't take me out, huh-huh?
After all of that, your kids in the house goin' crazy
'Cause I'm still the king
Still the king
Still the king
Deadlines, I gave a shit, like
Still the king
Still the king
After everything said, huh, man, man
"Crazy, bipolar, antisemite"
And I'm still the king
Still the king, still the
They thought headlines was my kryptonite
Still the king, still the king
It's what y'all all been waitin' for, huh?
Guess a real nigga couldn't take no more, huh
Niggas mad 'cause they can't talk to Ye no more, huh
It was f*cks given now it ain't no more, huh
If you ain't mean it, what you say it for, huh?
She just wanna f*ck at the Bottega store, huh
Way she suck me off, I should be payin' more, huh
Attention to my bitch 'cause she actin' like a slut
Bring four sluts right now
Shut the hell up 'fore you get exiled
And, I'm still
"Crazy, bipolar, antisemite"
And I'm still the king
They thought headlines was my kryptonite, bitch
I'm still the king, I'm still the king
Paparazzi love me, they show up to everything
I can pay you double, let me put you on the team
White Castle to Italian castles, we did everything
Sold out every stadium that we got every week
I don't give a-, uh-uh, ooh
Why? Mm, the king
All that word of mouth couldn't take me out, huh-huh?
After all of that, your kids in the house goin' crazy
'Cause I'm still the king
Still the king
Still the king
Deadlines, I gave a shit, like
Still the king
Still the king
Writer: Tyrone Griffin Jr., Kanye West
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Vultures 1 is the debut studio album by the American hip hop supergroup ¥$, composed of the rapper Kanye West and the singer Ty Dolla Sign.
West and Ty Dolla Sign began recording the album with collaborators in Italy in October 2023, then relocated to Saudi Arabia for three months. It sustained multiple delays and changes to the tracklist before release, following West's struggle to secure a distributor. The release was first teased throughout late 2023 under the placeholder title ¥$ and was set to be titled Vultures before being retitled to Vultures 1 as the first volume in an album series.
In contrast to West's previous two albums, Jesus Is King (2019) and Donda (2021), Vultures 1 finds him forgoing religious themes and addressing his preceding controversies, as well as themes of money, relationships, sex, and fame. It also sees him returning to an explicit tracklist, with his previous two albums only featuring tracks with censored lyrics. The cover art shows West dressed in all-black with a hockey mask, joined by his mostly-naked partner Bianca Censori.
Released in the wake of West's antisemitic comments, Vultures 1 received mixed reviews from music critics, who often criticized its unoriginality and lyrics about his controversies. However, some complimented the production and Ty Dolla Sign's contributions.
The album marked West's 11th consecutive number-one debut on the US Billboard 200, breaking his tie with Eminem. It further topped the charts in 17 regions, including Australia, Canada, and Germany, becoming West's first number-one album in the third country.
Performed By:
Kanye WestWest and Ty Dolla Sign began recording the album with collaborators in Italy in October 2023, then relocated to Saudi Arabia for three months. It sustained multiple delays and changes to the tracklist before release, following West's struggle to secure a distributor. The release was first teased throughout late 2023 under the placeholder title ¥$ and was set to be titled Vultures before being retitled to Vultures 1 as the first volume in an album series.
In contrast to West's previous two albums, Jesus Is King (2019) and Donda (2021), Vultures 1 finds him forgoing religious themes and addressing his preceding controversies, as well as themes of money, relationships, sex, and fame. It also sees him returning to an explicit tracklist, with his previous two albums only featuring tracks with censored lyrics. The cover art shows West dressed in all-black with a hockey mask, joined by his mostly-naked partner Bianca Censori.
Released in the wake of West's antisemitic comments, Vultures 1 received mixed reviews from music critics, who often criticized its unoriginality and lyrics about his controversies. However, some complimented the production and Ty Dolla Sign's contributions.
The album marked West's 11th consecutive number-one debut on the US Billboard 200, breaking his tie with Eminem. It further topped the charts in 17 regions, including Australia, Canada, and Germany, becoming West's first number-one album in the third country.
Featuring: Ty Dolla Sign
Genre(s): Hip hop, house, R&B, trap
Producer(s): Ye, Ty Dolla Sign, 88-Keys, Adey, Alex Hau, Ambezza, Anthony Kilhoffer, AyoAA, Azul, Bbykobe, Chad Hugo, Chordz, Chrishan, Cubeatz, Dez Wright, DTP, Digital Nas, DJ Camper, Edsclusive, Feez, FnZ, Fya Man, Gustave Rudman Rambali, Hubi, James Blake, Jasper Harris, JPEGMafia, Juice, Kaytranada, KSJ Beats, the Legendary Traxster, Leon Thomas III, Lester Nowhere, London on da Track, Mustard, Nic Nac, No I.D., Ojivolta, Rissi, Shdøw, Slonka, Stryv, Swizz Beatz, TheLabCook, Timbaland, Veyis, Vinnyforgood, Vitals, Wax Motif, Wheezy
Released: February 10th, 2024
Year: 2024