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Let me get 'em, Ye
They gon' hate on a young nigga anyway
They only call me when they havin' bills to pay (go)
Ain't nobody ask me how I feel today
I think about it and get in my feelings, Ye
Wanna use me, they think I'm stupid
Shit that they put out is very confusing
Feel like the media tryna abuse me
Y'all wanna crucify me, huh? (Oh yeah)
She a God-fearin' woman, but back that ass up
Juvenile in '99, now I'm tryna find peace after finding God
Ain't been havin' good sleep since my father died
No hard feelings, I'm focused, I thought you know this
When there's prophets and motherfuckin' poets
You ain't got the mind to picture what my flow is
I'm straight from the bottom, nigga, where the floor is
Went straight through the roof, like a nigga forgot where the door is (the roof)
Tryna make some shoes with YEEZY and Billion Dollar Baby clothing
They think 'cause we black, we supposed to hide our feelings and it's over
Nah, nigga, fuck that
She let me fuck after church on a Tuesday
Don't got a ring, but she gave me that coochie
Don't know how to make secular music
I hope Ye like it, I hope he still use it
I ain't fuckin' with niggas, I'm Gucci
They crumble in controversy, I be coolin' (huh, huh)
Your chest beatin', lemme feel your heart
They might say I didn't, but I did my part
I never gave a fuck how niggas feel
And this damn sure ain't the day I'm finna start
Ye sent the beat that I could pick apart
Right now in this song, we at the minute mark
I walk down for a minute long
Put the top down, know I'm strapped with that glizzy
Ain't even mean to go get in my feelings
This is a powerful song, I can feel it
She don't got on drawers but she know all the scriptures
He could teach me the word, I'll never forget it
Forgive me and her, it's a time for repentin'
And it clap like, "Amen," from the back when I hit it
I'm black, I'm so black, I'm so black, you can feel it
Paid three million cash in my taxes on Wednesday
The government, I'm payin' them millions to
They don't care about niggas when white people kill 'em

Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah
Say I got the same flow, ha, ha, ha
Like they say in New York, ah, ah, ah
And everybody judgin' me, y'all not God

Overthrow, send the drones in
All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in
I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles
Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at?

If one more person call me and ask me, "What's wrong with Ye?"
That's a grown man, I can't tell him what he can and can't say
Never been a yes-man, so I don't feel like I have to explain
F y'all niggas, ex-drug dealer, ex-ball player, X Games (uh)
Goin' down like Aspen, diamonds in the watch like Aspirin (uh)
From the clay like Cassius, ride the beat, the seat-belt fastened (uh)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, Johnny Gill, my, my, my (tell 'em)
Use a diamond chain for a tie, had a connect before Wi-Fi (woo)
Keep her on her toes, ballet ('let), gotta stick to Cali (true)
Hard to park this in valet (true), if you ain't first, you last place (last)
Ain't tryna brag but I'm straight (straight)
I caught a case 'fore I caught a cold
This a Rolls Royce, I don't drag race
If rap don't work, I'll buy a stove
If rap don't work, I'll buy a scale
Make 'em nervous, start bitin' nails
Served 'em folks upstairs and downstairs, clientele on clientele
Spend a thirty in YSL, shawty thick, she a Clydesdale
I'm at Esco, double park in front of the firehouse and I'm fire as hell (uh)

Boy, we wasn't never no joke, nah, nah, nah (yeah)
All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah
Who they talkin' 'bout? Nah, nah, nah (yeah)
Doin' everythin' they didn't allow, nah, nah
Overthrow, send the drones in
All the maneuvers, feelin' closed in
I don't need to strike back, I let God fight my battles
Ain't strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at? Writer/s: Dwayne Abernathy, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kanye West, Tauheed Epps
Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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