[Intro: Kirk Franklin & Choir] Father This prayer is for everyone that feels they're not good enough This prayer's for everybody that feels they're too messed up For everyone that feels they've said "I'm sorry" too many times (Oh God, I'm sorry) Let them know that's why you took the nail So we could have eternal life (Just for me) If all God's children would get down on their knees and pray And give up all of those things that pull our hearts away (Ooh) You will forgive all of our wrong and make us brand new again (Heal me Lord) But I won't make it, God, if you let go of my hand That's why we need more (Faith!) Yes, I'm searching for you, I'm looking for (More!) Yes I am, in Your arms is where I feel (Safe!) They're killing our babies in the streets, I call out for (War!) I need just a little bit more of some (Faith!) Just a mustard seed, I'm looking for You for (More!) Prayer for our homes and our families (Please Lord) We just wanna be (Safe!) Can't you hear the trumpet sound, I think I hear (War!) Hummmm, hummmm Hummmm, hummmm Hummmm, hummmm Hummmm, hummmm [Interlude: Natalie Green & Samoria Green] Are you ready? Hallelujah Hand over Satan Jesus Hallelujah (Yes, God) Praise the Lord God Hallej- hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus) Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God) Hallelujah, God (Yes, God) We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord) We want the Lord (Yes, Jesus) And that's it (Yes, God) Hallej- hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus) Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God) Hallelujah, God (Yes, God) We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord) We want the Lord (Yes, Jesus) And that's it (Yes, God) Hallej- hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus) Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God) [Chorus: Kanye West & The-Dream] Ooh, mmm-mmm oh-ooh (Woah-ooh) I'm tryna keep my faith We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything This is everything [Verse 1: Kanye West & The-Dream] Deliver us serenity Deliver us peace Deliver us loving We know we need it You know we need it You know we need it That's why we need You now, oh Pray for Paris Pray for the parents This is a God dream This is a God dream This is a God dream [Verse 2: Pardison Fontaine] I ain't got no props man, I been bread 'em with savage Heart full of gold, but a head full of madness I was in the lab and I was watching Aladdin I ain't want Keisha 'cause I was looking for Jasmine Make them hate they self then give 'em distractions Bet them boys in the White House are still laughing like- "Where ya black president at?" Huh? Nigga how we gassed 'em Pardi shut the fuck up my nigga 'cause now you spazzin' I don't write raps or right wraps to get a reaction Paint a picture so vivid then forget to give it a caption Save your future from you before you figure "what happened?" Sixty years ago we were so strong what happened? Runnin' this race for a long time but we ain't gettin' traction But on the NBA courtside, we the main attraction My nigga what happened? I think we need some more mothafuckas! Somebody call Samuel L. Jackson [Verse 3: Kota the Friend & Pardison Fontaine] Damned if I die up in this bird cage Mama said fuck what the Church say, so I never been Working at a job gettin' dirt pay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Slit my wrist on a Thursday, 5:00 A.M. Woke up I'm alive again Same dream for the passed week, shit so weird I live good, get bread, nigga got no fear I see Heaven from the jet so clear, and that's real shit Calling me prophet, tell my truth, it pays to be honest If my momma need it I got it If my youngin' bleeding I stop it, uh All my niggas know that I'm 'bout it All my women know that I'm solid If God send that wave then I ride it, uh [Chorus: Kanye West & Choir] We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything Everything (Thing, thing, thing) [Bridge 1: The-Dream & Choir] I'm tryna keep my faith But I'm looking for more Somewhere I can feel safe And end my holy war I'm tryna keep my faith [Verse 4: Kelly Price & Choir] So why send oppression, not blessings? Why, oh, why'd You do me wrong? (More) You persecute the weak Because it makes You feel so strong (Safe) Don't have much strength to fight So I look to the light (War) To make these wrongs turn right Head up high, I look to the light Hey, 'cause I know that You'll make everything alright And I know that You'll take good care of Your child Oh, no longer am afraid of the night 'Cause I, I look to the light [Verse 5: Chance the Rapper] When they come for You, I will shield Your name I will field their questions, I will feel Your pain No one can judge They don't, they don't know They don't know Foot on the devil's neck 'til it drifted Pangaea I'm moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia Treat the demons just like Pam I mean, I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina I been this way since Arthur was anteater Now they wanna hit me with the woo-wap, then bail Tryna snap photos of familia My daughter look just like Sia, you can't see her You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail I made "Sunday Candy", I'm never going to Hell I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail He said, "Let's do a good-ass job with Chance 3" I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy Let's make it so free and the bars so hard That there ain't one gosh darn part you can't tweet This is my part, nobody else speak This is my part, nobody else speak This little light of mine Glory be to God, yeah I'm a make sure that they go where they can't go If they don't wanna ride, I'm a still give 'em raincoats Know what God said when He made the first rainbow Just throw this at the end if I'm too late for the intro Ugh, I'm just having fun with it You know that a nigga was lost I laugh in my head 'Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt Ugh, 'cause they'll flip the script on your ass Like Wesley and Spike You cannot mess with the light Look at lil' Chano from 79th [Chorus: Kanye West & Choir] We on an ultralight beam We on an ultralight beam This is a God dream This is a God dream This is everything Everything (Thing, thing, thing) [Bridge 2: The-Dream, Natalie Green, Samoria Green & Choir] Yes, God (Hallelujah) I'm tryna keep my faith (Yes, Jesus) But I'm looking for more Somewhere I can feel safe And end my holy war [Outro: Kirk Franklin & Choir] Father This prayer is for everyone that feels they're not good enough This prayer's for everybody that feels they're too messed up For everyone that feels they've said "I'm sorry" too many times You can never go too far when you can't come back home again That's why I need- Faith, more, safe, war [Message: Natalie Green & Samoria Green] Everybody pray (Yeah!) Amen! (Yes!)

[Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir] Father I stretch my hands to thee No other help I know My Lord, my Lord! If thou withdraw thyself from me Ah! Whither shall I go? 'Cause you're the only power (Power) That can save this world today, yeah You're the only power (Power) That can save this world today, yeah You're the only power (Power) That can save this world today, yeah You're the only power (Power) That can save this world today, yeah Ooh, my Lord! (Ohhh) Ohhh (Ohhh) Ohhh (Ohhh) Ohhh Father- [Bridge 1: Kid Cudi & Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir] Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (Who can I turn to?) Nothin' unwanted (After all, who can I turn to?) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (If I don't turn to you?) Nothin' unwanted (No other help I know, I stretch my hands) [Chorus: Kanye West & Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir] I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (Who can I turn to?) I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (After all, who can I turn to?) If I ever instigated, I am sorry (If I don't turn to you?) Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I (No other help I know, I stretch my hands) [Verse 1: Kanye West & Kelly Price] Now, if I fuck this model And she just bleached her asshole And I get bleach on my T-shirt I'm a feel like an asshole I was high when I met her We was down in Tribeca She'll get under your skin if you let her She'll get under your skin if you uh- I don't even wanna talk about it I don't even wanna talk about it I don't even wanna say nothin' Everybody gon' say somethin' I'd be worried if they said nothin' Remind me where I know you from She lookin' like she owe you somethin' You know just what we want I wanna wake up with you in my- [Bridge 2: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir & Kelly Price] Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (Who can I turn to?) Nothin' unwanted (Beautiful mornin') (After all, who can I turn to?) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (If I don't turn to you?) Nothin' unwanted [Chorus: Kanye West & Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir] I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (Who can I turn to?) I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (After all, who can I turn to?) If I ever instigated, I am sorry (If I don't turn to you?) Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I (No other help I know, I stretch my hands) [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah (Ooh, la-la) Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah Do you like foreplay? Ooh, yeah Do you go both ways? I really need confirmation Your love is abomination, fucking you is like Obama-nations Area 51 in that pussy, ah The president 'bout to cum in that pussy, ah I got mind control, I got dick control I reel 'em in for the fishing pole I love legs like Robyn Fenty Stretch them shits like limo Bentleys Catch them tits with an open mouth The interview up outta that Oprah house You know I love it when it's pokin' out You know I'm thuggin' even in the drought, you know I'm- I fuck around and crash a brand new Bugatti In the mothafuckin' lobby so you know I'm in the building Won't you kiss a baby? Take a picture I, I, I, I, I'm killin' 'em Illuminati want my money and my body Even The Don he rollin' by me, looking aggravated that I made it Fuck you and your mama, nigga (Nigga, nigga, nigga) I, I, I, I, I see the bitch in them, I got the Benjamin I got the dividend, I'm on my toes like Serena at the Wimbledon Pie à la mode on a Monday for my woman-friend I'm in the mode of a mortal man I'm living in the orbit of deliverin' Sex in a cathedral, empty, Grand Marnier that I reload, ten G's In the hallway, she a Leo, I'm a Gemini Give me mine, genocide, kill 'em all, thirty times [Bridge 3: Kid Cudi] Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Nothin' unwanted (Nothin' unwanted) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Nothin' unwanted (Nothin' unwanted) [Chorus: Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Kelly Price & Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir] I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (Who can I turn to?) (Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe) I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (After all, who can I turn to?) Beautiful mornin' (Nothin' unwanted) If I ever instigated, I am sorry (If I don't turn to you?) (I wanna wake up with you in my-) (Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe) Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I (No other help I know, I stretch my hands) Beautiful mornin' (Nothin' unwanted) [Outro: Kelly Price, Kid Cudi & Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir] I wanna wake up with you in my- (Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe) Beautiful mornin' (Nothin' unwanted) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Beautiful mornin' (Nothin' unwanted) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Beautiful mornin' (Nothin' unwanted) Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Beautiful mornin' (Nothin' unwanted) I wanna wake up with you in my- Beautiful mornin' (After all, who can I turn to?) Beautiful mornin' (After all, who can I turn to?) I wanna wake up with you in my- Beautiful mornin' (After all, who can I turn to?) Beautiful mornin' (After all, who can I turn to?) Beautiful mornin' (After all, who can I turn to?) Beautiful mornin' (After all- I stretch my hands)

[Intro: Kanye West] Faaaaaaaa- (Perfect!) Faaaaaaaa- Faaaaaaaa- Faaaaaaaa- I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you [Verse 1: Kanye West] Up in the mornin', miss you bad Sorry I ain't call you back, same problem my father had All this time, all he had, all he had And what he dreamed, all his cash Market crashed, hurt him bad People get divorced for that Dropped some stacks, pops is good Mama passed in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Drivin' fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm comin' back I'll be takin' all the stacks, oh [Chorus: Desiigner & Kanye West] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Hittin' off licks in the bando Takin' all the stacks, oh Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Stacks, oh Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Sellin' bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me [Interlude 1: Kanye West & Desiigner] I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey) I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda) Panda, panda, panda, panda Takin' all the stacks, oh Panda, panda, panda Stacks, oh Takin' all the stacks, oh [Verse 2: Desiigner & Kanye West] I got broads in Atlanta Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner Takin' all the stacks, oh Whole bunch of lavish shit They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killin' on camera Pop a Perc', I can't stand up Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up ya panty Fill up I'm a flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it I got niggas that's countin' for digits Say you make you a lot of new money Know some killas pull off and they in the Wraith CTD, pull up in the killa Bape Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank Fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it I got broads, yea I get it I get cards, yea I shitted This how I live it Did it all for a ticket Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it And Bobby gon' trend it Jeff The Don doin' business Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her business I be gettin' to the chicken Countin' to the chicken And all of my niggas gon' split it [Verse 3: Meek Mill] My young niggas in the kitchen whippin' Whippin', livin' large at the hammer Duckin' laws and the scammers Free my dawgs out the slammer Black car, panther Shorty call, never answer Twenty foreigns in the mansion Diamonds on me and they dancin' I don't really understand rappers Niggas jumpin' on bandwagons All these bands got my pants saggin' 63's on the Benz wagon 62's on the Maybach Bitch, I'm comin' for the payback 62's in the pot, nigga Tryna whip it up and bring it way back (Woo!) You in the club and spending your cop money All on the 'Gram actin' like that you got money (Woo!) We lookin' at you like you need to stop money (Ooh!) You killin' yourself with that lil' half a block money I got that "Go to the mall and get what I want" paper (Yeah, yeah) You the type hopin' I fall That's what you want, hater (Yeah, yeah) 'Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater (Hoo!) These suckers gon' hate you No matter you broke or you on paper (Yeah, yeah) Hundred bands, added up (Add it!) We gettin' money, they mad at us (Mad!) At the jeweler buyin' more Rollies I don't think these niggas man enough (Hoo!) Fuck them niggas, shit we stuntin' on 'em (Fuck 'em!) Niggas, they ain't got nothin' on us (Fuck 'em!) Niggas that we never fuck with Run and tellin' people that we fronted on 'em (Hoo!) Nigga made me put a hundred on you Do you dirty, put the drummer on you Shots never stoppin', pop, pop, pop, pop, pop We'll run up on you (Hoo!) Dead bodies, homicide, head shot, mama cry Cops lookin', got an alibi Lawyer money, nigga, buyin' time [Verse 4: T-Pain] I got bitches in the Bronx, nigga (Bronx, nigga) They can get me in the back door (Door) Rob a nigga in the trap house (Trap house) Bitch you just walked in the trap door (Door) Cross the body in the Bugatti (Yeah) Go put the bricks in the wrapper (Oh) Thought they was sleepin' on Pizzle Somebody go ask these niggas what they takin' a nap for (Woo!) Illuminappy, that the squad, nigga (Squad) Without that shit I would've been dead (Dead) But I swear to God I'm a keep killin' niggas And I put that shit on my kid's head (Woo!) Cash know, I'm an asshole (Huh, huh) So don't fuck with Pizzle and his bread (Woo!) I'm the type of nigga that'll fight a nigga Then go find his chick and give that bitch head (Yeah) Yea! I'm all the way up! ¿Dónde estás, mi amigo? Don't put your eye in that peephole 'Cause I'll turn the back of your head to a peephole Then kick in the door and murk all your people You already know the weapon is lethal Flip the clip, cock it back, pull the hair trigger Yeah nigga, back for the sequel, oh I got problems in my head, nigga (Head, nigga) Smokin' that shit from the West Coast (West Coast) The major key is when you hatin' me (Me) You could fuck around get your neck broke (Neck broke) You fuck around with the Winsquad They could find your body at the Texaco (Texaco) The summer comin' and you comin' with nothin' You ready pussy-nigga, let's go [Bridge 1: T-Pain] All I say is "Panda! Panda!" and they handle-handle my shit While I'm chillin' up in Alabama Tryna show a bitch how fast a Lambo can get With all of this green up under these gold chains They mistakin' me for the king Bitch, I make platinum, I'm comin' after them Passin' them, all I do is fucking win [Chorus: Desiigner & Kanye West] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Hittin' off licks in the bando Takin' all the stacks, oh Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Stacks, oh Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Sellin' bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me [Interlude 2: Kanye West, Desiigner & Montana of 300] I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey) (It's too fuckin easy!) I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda) (I'm just gettin' warmed up in this mothafucka) Panda, panda, panda, panda Takin' all the stacks, oh [Verse 5: Montana of 300] Turned off her phone to make you think that her phone dead She grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead" She ate my dick and nicknamed it "Big Daddy Long Legs" She gave me dome so long, I called her Conehead You a send-off, you be taking orders, Good Burger nigga Old broke ass, pockets hurtin', nigga Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman nigga I discourage niggas, then dirt a nigga Klay Thompson got the Stephen Curry with 'em That's a warrior we got with a thirty with 'em Boy this ain't a game, I ain't Derwin, nigga Get in rappers' heads like a turban, nigga Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace, nigga If I wave it at 'em like a current, nigga Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga With his magazine from this ratchet sing Ain't no calories, I'll burn a nigga Put yo' greasy ass in a fuckin' box That's Churches, nigga, I done murdered niggas If I'm lyin', then God can come strike me down When I come up they gon' invite me out Stay online talkin' shit 'till I sign 'em out Had to check 'em, I took 'em to NikeTown And these bitches, they wanna be wifey now I just did nine shows, that's ninety-thou' I be drippin', I know they don't like me now Somebody please come and wipe me down I'm on the edge, no baseline With a hoodie on like Trayvon I'll shorten up your lifespan I don't waste time to come take time Black .40 singin', that's Akon I'm a real shooter, fuck James Bond No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's FaceTime Back to the green, like Draymond (Woo!) But see me, I don't play no fuckin' games You a goofy, a Buford, a fuckin' lame You wanna ride on my dick for some fuckin' fame Get sent out from your block, that's a fuckin' shame Even you know you not in my fuckin' lane I pulled up on you niggas like Birdman And you know not to play with my fuckin' name I know God gon' be real disappointed in me If I choose to come blow out ya fuckin' brains Do yo' pussy ass like I did what's-his-name? Take his ass out the fuckin' game You a toy boy you ain't got Buzz You ain't hard, nigga you a fake Woody Cook his soft ass like some baked cookies Zip his body up like a Bape hoodie My lyrics dope, I got crack for the fiends He thought he could see me, he imagining things Ain't got enough cash to come clash with the king While you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams So swaggin', I'm saucin', with fashion I'm clean I come through with some shit that you haven't seen You gotta be sick, all you do is ride dicks Someone go get this pussy some vaginal cream They call me Girbauds, got that strap in my jeans I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after Kareem If he crosses the line, then my bullets flyin' I'll give him a "50" like he Zach LaVine Boy, you just a actor that rap like Hakeem Don't make me come down like the wrestler Sting Take L's like a knight when I slide like a bishop I'll checkmate your king then snatch up your queen I'm 'bout to blow like they passed me the green Just got a new gat, it's a MAC with a beam My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I sing Get wet with this pump when I squeeze gasoline See, when it come down to them bars Bitch I got a whole buncha' lotta' shit You can pay for this knowledge with scholarships Rap God givin' hip-hop it's oxygen They find it astonishing Every line, he's been prime like he Optimus Shine like he polished himself Had to grind to the top and shit He's been blessed, he's the best He's like Jordan in '96 FGE who we rockin' with Record labels mad cause he ain't signin' shit I thank God that I don't owe nobody shit Flow with an old soul like a moccasin Go tell Ye that I'm killin' Desiigner's shit (Perfect!) I just bear hugged a panda then bodied it You irrelevant, you talkin' a lotta shit (Perfect!) You should write a book called "How to Ride a Dick" Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer shit (Perfect!) Bitches hope I slide in with my hockey stick My .40 got thirty inside of it It got Mr. Miyagi's karate kick I'll blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin' zits With them guns he be clumsy, he droppin' shit Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin' shit [Bridge 2: Montana of 300] Montana, I'm the "Rap God" Every bar's cold, every line hot Fire in the Church, sorry for the wait Had to put the panda in a pine box (Perfect!) (Good Work!) [Chorus: Desiigner] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Credit cards and the scammers (Raaaaah) Hittin' off licks in the bando (Woah!) Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers (Good work!) Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Sellin' bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me Get it! [Interlude 3: Pastor T. L. Barrett] My life, my joy (Raaaaah) My face looks up to thee [Outro: Caroline Shaw & Pastor T. L. Barrett] How can I find you? Who do you turn to? How do I bind you? If I don't turn to you No other help I know, I stretch my hands

[Intro: Nina Simone, Rihanna & Kanye West] Do what you gotta do Come on back, see me when you can Man, I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know (Whoo! Whoo!) Swizz told me let the beat rock (Oh! Oh!) [Verse 1: Kanye West & Swizz Beatz] For all my South-side niggas that know me best I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex Why? I made that bitch famous (Goddamn!) I made that bitch famous For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best Why? They mad they ain't famous (Goddamn!) They mad they still nameless (Talk that talk, man) Her man in the store tryna try his best But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh But we still hood famous (Goddamn!) Yeah, we still hood famous [Chorus: Nina Simone & Rihanna] I just wanted you to know I've loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know [Verse 2: Kanye West & Swizz Beatz] I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin' That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin' She in school to be a real estate agent Last month I helped her with the car payment Young and we alive (Whoo!) We never gonna die (Whoo!) I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt Put one up in the sky The sun is in my eyes (Whoo!) Woke up and felt the vibe (Whoo!) No matter how hard they try (Whoo!) We never gonna die [Chorus: Rihanna & Swizz Beatz] I just wanted you to know I've loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free (Wake up Mr. West!) I just wanted you to know [Verse 3: Rick Ross & Rihanna] The finest, fires, fortunes, and the fumes The aura of arrogance has been known to fill the room Boom! Little nigga who are you? Roc-A-Fella Records on record to kill a crew Vegas in my palms, a Don like the Maloofs Only one with beat taste from Kanye, on my momma's stew For the Yay I've been known to be Karmaloop Malcom X in his head, say my name, here come the troops Hands out my pocket I cock it and let it loose And Dame was spilling Armadale on a nigga's boots Martin Luther King's real estate was a dream Farrakhan's farm was one that I once seen The final call, dogs stay on your dean Fragrances, Agent Provocateur stay on my queen Mind your business the killers can intervene (Huh!) Something I can't afford If you not a Playboy, that's something I can't endorse Win, lose or draw, William livin' like he Biggie Smalls Ballin' like it's tax season, I was born to be a boss See that your face froze Bobby Brown lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost Coogie and Cartier causalities of the fame Your bitch MCM she even tagging my name I just wanted you to know (Rozay!) [Verse 4: Young Thug & Rihanna] One more time for the Chi-Town One more time for the A-Town I bet that money come around if you stay down (I swear) I just came from Europe, my money colored like a clown Nigga play with keys, Swizz Beatz (Geez) Nigga only fuckin' unique freaks (Wha-) Still Michael Jackson after all the leaks (What?) Yeah, bitch, you're still Dirty Diana to me (Woo!) Pop a hundred bottles, I'm the shot caller (Ballin') Came up out The Hot Boyz, fuck a Baller Blockin' (Go 'head) Bitches makin' lots of noise like Griselda Blanco (What?) You hit it first and bought a purse And she moved off your blocka' (Fool!) Lick the Molly off my hand (Eat!) Smokin' loud, ambulance (Woah) And I was high as Hell, I need to come down Somebody call Tar, I need a Xan (Brrrrt) Eat that pussy like a jelly bean My punta's bigger than a jelly bean Got a mink on like I'm Hakeem (Damn) Got fish fillet but we don't fry these Gold card with a Trojan Rub the bitch with the lotion Bitch I'm ballin' like Kobe Bitch I'm ballin' like LeBron No, no, we don't broadcast Pussy nigga gotta show (Show me) Monkey nigga actin' like he don't know me But a lot of monkey niggas owe me I just wanted you to- [Interlude: Sister Nancy] A me seh one ting Nancy cyaan understan One ting Nancy cyaan understan Wha' mek dem a talk 'bout me ambishan Seh, wha' mek dem a talk 'bout me ambishan 'ca me seh some a dem a ax me whey me get it fram 'ca some a dem a ax me whey me get it fram A true dem nuh know it's fram creation A true dem nuh know it's-a fram creation Bam bam, ey, what a bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey what a bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey what a bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey bam bam [Bridge: Rihanna, Sister Nancy & Swizz Beatz] I just wanted you to know (Ayy) Bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam Let me see your middle fingers in the air Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, bam, bam bam dilla Let me see you act up in this motherfucka Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla How you feelin', how you feelin' How you feelin' in this motherfucka? Goddamn! Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam One thing you can't do is stop us now Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla Ayy, you can't stop the thing now Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Man, it's way too late, it's way too late, it's way too late You can't fuck with us (Whoo! Whoo!) Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam To the left, to the right Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla I wanna see everybody's hands in the air like this (Ayy) Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam, bam bam dilla Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey What a bam, bam [Outro: Nina Simone] I just wanted you to know I've loved you better than your own kin did From the very start It's my own fault what happens to my heart You see I've always known you'd go

[Chorus: Kanye West] Ayy, ya heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up We 'bout to get this paper [Verse 1: Kanye West] Money never made me Make me do something? Nah, can't make me Even if the money low, can't pay me Even if the money low, can't play me [Chorus: Kanye West] Ayy, ya heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up We 'bout to get this paper [Verse 2: Kanye West] Pablo bought a Rollie and a Rottweiler Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us I've been outta my mind a long time I've been outta my mind a long time I be saying how I feel at the wrong time Might not come when you want but I'm on time [Chorus: Kanye West] Ayy, ya heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up We 'bout to get this paper [Verse 3: Kanye West] I can't let these people play me Name one genius that ain't crazy Follow our Father You borrow our motto I'm a Chicago South-sider I'm a Chicago South-sider [Chorus: Kanye West] Ayy, ya heard about the good news? Y'all sleeping on your boy Had a good snooze? Wake up, nigga, wake up It's time to get the paper [Verse 4: Kanye West] I've been outta my mind a long time I've been outta my mind a long time I know, I know, I shouldn't even bother With all these gossiping, no-pussy-gettin' bloggers Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume PETA mad 'cause I made a jacket outta possum Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in Driving in the same urrrt that they killed Pac in Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us [Outro: Kanye West] Hold on, hold on, hold on Wait a second, everybody here, I'm the ghetto Oprah You know what that means? You get a fur! You get a fur! You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

[Intro: Kanye West & Theophilus London] All day, nigga Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy All day, nigga All day, nigga Dance, ayy, ayy ayy ayy All day, nigga [Chorus: Kanye West] How long you niggas ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How many runners do you got on call? All day, nigga Swish, swish, how long they keep you in court? All day, nigga Take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga You already know I'm straight from the Chi All day, nigga South, South, South-side! All day, nigga [Verse 1: Kanye West] This Ye, nigga Shoppin' for the winter and it's just May, nigga Ball so hard, man, this shit cray, nigga And you ain't gettin' money 'less you got eight figures For that Jesus piece, man, I've been saved, nigga Just talked to Farrakhan, that's sensei, nigga Told him I've been on ten since the tenth grade, nigga Got a middle finger longer than Dikembe, my nigga, uh I don't let 'em play with me I don't let 'em talk to me no kind of way Uh, they better watch what they say to me Niggas still gettin' popped on the day-to-day Yeah, I still got the hundred with the small face, nigga Might spend fifty racks on my off day, nigga You a fake Denzel like the Allstate nigga If you run into me, better have Allstate with yah You a Rico Suave nigga Ride 'round listen to Sade, nigga If you ain't with us, you in our way, nigga You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga 'Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga Your bitch got an ass, but my broad way thicker Late for the class, in the hallway, nigga Yeah, the dropout at it as always nigga, as always All day, nigga [Bridge 1: Allan Kingdom] I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed [Chorus: Kanye West] All day, nigga How-h-how long you ball? All day, nigga How much time you spent at the mall? All day, nigga How long it take you to get this fly? All day, nigga Tell your P.O. how-how long you been high? All day, nigga Pour some Hen out for my niggas that died All day, nigga And I keep a bad bitch on the passenger side All day, nigga You already know I’m straight from the Chi All day, nigga South, South, South-side! All day, nigga [Verse 2: Kanye West] I could do this all day, boy, I'm finna turn this bitch out They need that Ye in the streets, boy There's been a mothafuckin' drought Don't really matter what I make, boy You know I still go wild Like a light-skinned slave, boy We in the mothafuckin' house! Right now, you lookin' real sus' right now I swear I've been on this flight like a month right now Stupid niggas gettin' money, Forrest Gump right now Shout-out to Jackie Chan, I need to stunt right now They've been lookin' at the 'Gram I've been lookin' at the Grammys Like, huh, that's us right now (Right now) Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five days Everybody gettin' paid Niggas lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJ's People saying, "Ye, Ye, take it easy" Twenty G's for the Yeezys off of eBay Niggas do the most and they ain't done shit Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch [Interlude 1: Theophilus London & Kanye West] Hands up, hands up, hands up (Hands up, hands up, hands up) So won't you dance? [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] All day hoe, my neck look sweeter than parfait hoe (Alright) Rap Derek Jeter in a red two-seater (Alright) I can throw this dick from far away hoe (Swish it, swish it) Ask me how long do it take to be the greatest (Alright) I'm a bar away hoe (Swish it, swish it) Damn Kanye never will it be safe (Alright) Bitch I already know (Swish it, swish it) Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five days Everybody gettin' paid (Alright) Niggas lookin' at me like I'm worth both MJ's Chi-Town, PJ all of BJ (Alright) Chi-Town, we play for the freebase These days, don't believe what police say (Alright) DJ's and the B-Boys run shit Only way I can sum it up, sumbitch (Alright) [Bridge 2: Allan Kingdom] I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth Gave him what I had left At that moment I dispersed At that moment I dispersed All day, nigga [Interlude 2: Kanye West] Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day, nigga) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day, nigga) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day) Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye (All day, nigga) What up? Alright Get low, alright What up? Alright Alright Stay low, alright Alright Stay low, alright Stay low, alright South, South, South-side! All day, nigga [Whistling Interlude: Paul McCartney] [Outro: Paul McCartney] Well, well, well, let me run (Let me run) Let me run to see who came undone You've been right in my face Let me run 'til you're off my case Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa Whooooa, whooooa

[Intro] You want me to give you a testimony about my life And how good He's been to me I don't know what to tell you about Him I love Him so much with all my heart and my soul With every bone in my body I love Him so much Because He's done so much for me [Verse 1: Taylor Bennett] Granny just took the ultralight beam And I can feel it right now staring down as we speak Like this new shit is weak Like you need to put in double the effort for next week Like will you stop freestyling when you go to sleep And reading comments for your competition Fans, oh they sweet Keep on elevatin' up cause ain't a story you can't reach I know they try to shoot you down They yellin' poor when you leave And never sell yourself for auction in a car you can keep Fifty-two cards in a deck, you ain't a prince you a king Two jokers in a deck, count your friends, they gon' leave Four queens, choose one, 'cause that's all that you need [Chorus: Taylor Bennett] And I know you gonna play great These are just the- These are just the- These are just the low lights These are just the- These are just the low lights [Bridge] Every morning Every day of my life I won't always be crying tears In the middle of the night, and I won't always have to wake up By myself wondering how I'm gonna get through the- [Verse 2: Taylor Bennett] Day, how I'm gon' get through this pain I crumble like bundles of clay, now watch me decay Lifted for sure like the waves Grasping for light by its rays You want me, stay We are the roses don't send a bouquet Learnt that from Kanye and it's true to this day We put the 'fam' in 'familia gussets' We hit the road like this tour is for us Blasting that gospel, two times back and forth We don't tear up, say "What can we do more?" [Chorus: Taylor Bennett] So these are just the low lights Low lights (I love- so much with all my- heart and my soul) So these are just the low lights Low lights (Every bone in my body I love Him so much) You are the joy of my life (Low) [Verse 3: Alicia Keys] Ladies and gentlemen, allow me my testimony I'm so blessed, I'm so blessed And it feels so good, it feels so good So good to be free Oh keep your prayers Keep your prayers in someway Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Let all your innovations lead the world Can nobody leave me? Can nobody leave me like You? I want to thank You, Lord For all the love Your love Time after time, You lifted me up No, no, You never let me down Now that's what's up! (Ooh, ooh, ooh) That's what's up (Ooh, ooh, ooh) [Outro] You want me to give you a testimony about my life And how good He's been to me I don't know what to tell you about Him I love Him so much with all my heart and my soul With every bone in my body I love Him so much Because He's done so much for me Every morning Every day of my life I won't always be crying tears In the middle of the night, and I won't always have to wake up By myself wondering how I'm gonna get through the day I won't always have to think about what I'm gonna do And how I'm gonna, how I'm gonna make it How I'm gonna get there, because He- He's gonna be there for me Some day the sky above will open up And He will reach out His hand and guide me through Oh yes He will I won't always be crying these tears I won't always be feeling so blue Some day, He will open up the door for me (Some day) And call my name Some day He will I don't know if anybody understands what that feels like No matter what you've been through Or where you've been, He's always there With His arms open wide Accepting me For who I am And I love Him so much I couldn't do it without Him, I wouldn't want to I'm crying now It feels so good to be free To be accepted for who you are and loved no matter what Oh Lord, thank you You are the joy of my life

[Intro: Barbra Streisand & Young Thug] You've gotta get up every morning Put a smile on your face And show the world All the love in your heart Then people are gonna treat you better You're gonna find Yes you will That you're beautiful as you feel- (Ohhh) Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights [Interlude 1: Kanye West, Young Thug & The-Dream] Highlights Tell my baby I'm back in town Highlights Tell everybody I'm back in town Highlights Tell my baby I'm back in town, town Highlights [Chorus: Kanye West & Young Thug] We only makin' the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights We only makin' the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights [Verse 1: Kanye West & Young Thug] Can we play that back one time? And after that night I'm gon' wanna play this shit back, oh no Sometimes I'm wishin' that my dick had GoPro So I could play that shit back in slo-mo (Slow motion) I just shot an amateur video, I think I should go pro, oh [Chorus: Kanye West, Young Thug & El DeBarge] We only makin' the highlights (Slow motion, slow motion, slow motion) We only makin' the highlights (Ooh ooh) Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights (Yeah) [Bridge: El DeBarge & Kanye West] One life, one night Uh Highlights That's all I need Livin' the life 'til I die [Verse 2: Kanye West] I bet me and Ray J would be friends If we ain't love the same bitch Yeah, he might have hit it first Only problem is I'm rich (I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich) Uh, 21 Grammys, superstar family We the new Jacksons, I'm all about that action I'm about that Farrakhan, life is a marathon I'm a shift the paradigm, I'm a turn up every time I'm a bust a coach's head open on some Diddy shit If he ever talk to my son like an idiot One time for a nigga really gettin' it Two times 'cause we got the whole city lit Advice to all my niggas, impregnate Bridget So when she have a baby she gon' make another nigga (Oh no, gotta play that shit back) [Interlude 2: Barbra Streisand & Kanye West] You've gotta get up every morning You've gotta get up every morning (Highlights) You've gotta get up every morning Put a smile on your face And show the world All the love in your heart Oh no, gotta play that shit back [Verse 3: Kanye West & The-Dream] Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches huh? Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian huh? She spent her whole check on some Christians And that girl ain't even religious Walkin', livin', breathin' god, you know my past well Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed Blac Chyna fuckin' Rob, help him with the weight I wish my trainer would tell me what I overate So when I'm on vacay, I need to kick back, heh? What you want? (Woah-ooh) You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six-pack, heh, huh? Uh, I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not [Outro: The-Dream] I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know right now if you a freak or not Oh Lord (Ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah) Oh Lord (Ohh, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah) I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Oh Lord Oh my Lord (Oh nah nah nah nah)

[Intro: Kanye West] This that "Rap God" shit nigga I rip every one of these mothafuckas down, ayy Rah, rah, rah Rah, rah [Verse 1: Kanye West] Closed eyes, see things Fire up, tweaking You in my freak dreams You in my freak dreams Bad bitch, you dig that Get stacks, drive cars Whip out, bitch out Tits out, oh shit My dick out, can she suck it right now? Fuck, can she fuck right now? I done asked twice now Can you bring your price down? Lil Boosie with the wipe down A little woozy but I'm nice now What the fuck right now? What the fuck right now? What the, what the fuck right now? What if we fuck right now? What if we fucked Right in the middle of this mothafuckin' dinner table? What if we fucked at this Vogue party? Would we be the life of the whole party? Shut down the whole party Would everybody start fuckin'? Would everybody start fuckin'? Would everybody start fuckin'? They don't want nothin' You mothafuckas livin' like half of your level, half of your life I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie We be in the bathroom fuckin' like "Baby, don't get too loud!" I can, I can see it, yeah [Bridge: Desiigner] Hey, I want it right now Ball on them niggas, get heated and shot down You get hit with the pipe now Rolls with killa money nigga get by now Right now, right now I'm with niggas that have been to Versailles now Side now, slide down [Interlude: A$AP Ferg & Kanye West] I'm the new Jesus (Right) I'm the new Jesus (Right) I'm the new Jesus (Right, yeah) Hood Pope, I'm the new Jesus (Coo-Coooo) (Loud!) [Verse 2: Big Sean & A$AP Rocky] I tell a bitch quit playing Stick to the plan, uh Then I take you out the dirt and turn it into sand Just trust in what I'm saying (And quit) Quit asking what's gotten into me You don't need a nigga with them tender tendencies I think you need a lil' more Hennessy Fuck your man, I'll be your sensei I could teach you how to keep the rent paid Got the schedule boomin', I mean poppin' Poppin' to the point the phone die in mid-day (Brrt) But I call you late night just to fall through Bust a nut and then regret it like a nigga always do But don't I always hit you with the hit back And if I ever fucked another bitch I pretended it was you I admit that, not, saying that I did that Chill, chill, chill, take it easy, easy, don't be going all Kill Bill Show respect to the whole squad and Yeezy, Yeezy I'm a give you everything you fucking needed (These niggas don't even understand! Goddamn, man!) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky] Told you dickheads I'm a go nuts (Woo!) Niggas told me to grow up (Huh?) So I matured to a V10 (Skrrt, skrrt) I'm in a vacant lot doin' donuts (Skrrt, skrrt) There go my ego, Leggo my Eggo Never sip syrup, shout my nigga Scooty Y'all don't want beef, let us know he can eat that bread Cause he pushin' that mayo, fuego (Oww!) Respect when you see him Boy, last album was a musical museum Somethin' always lost with you niggas like Liam Neeson Boy, you better run (Yeah!) Here I come, snortin' glitter, portrait pictures I don't run with many cause their walk is bitter Niggas mad at T, where the tall freckled white boys at? 'Cause I don't fuck with niggas (Woo!) That's not my homie, that's not my whoadies (Yeah!) That not my team, nigga, they're benchwarmers (Fuck 'em!) I am a stormer, I am a trooper (Fuck 'em!) I am a Koopa, bet it lost its value as soon as I moved it I run the business, I do not got time for niggas' opinions They fuckin' stupid, don't need 'em, don't want 'em I drop 'em, they're deadweight, them niggas useless Neck heavy like mothafuckin' bad news (Woo!) Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin' with a hunchback I got a new white one that I worked hard for So the doors on my car doin' jump-jacks (Right?) My big bro Frankie got a Porsche (Huh?) My little brother Taco got a Bimmer If you see 'em around me, they eatin' We all good, it's like FEMA, but of course [Interlude: A$AP Rocky] Get money, nigga! Get money! All you funny lookin' niggas, back the fuck up! Ayy, ayy, ayy, man [Bridge: Tyler, The Creator] Um, oh, I wanted to add this I sit in room with a to-do list, pro- 'Ceed to do and play acoustics, you Sit around and look at me feelin' foolish Rollin' up and make excuses, fucking losers Jesus, damn man [Outro: A$AP Rocky] Fuck them niggas! Ayy man, ayy man! What the fuck right now! Ayy I just got one mothafuckin' question What the fuck right now! Why the fuck these niggas wanna look like you now? What the fuck right now! Why the fuck these hoes wanna fuck a nigga like you now? What the fuck right now! Why the fuck these niggas frontin' Like niggas ain't been invented the swag they runnin' with? Why the fuck is niggas actin' like Niggas ain't the originators of this shit? Man, I tell these niggas they can die and suck a dick!

[Intro: Kanye West] I miss the old Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye Straight from-the-go Kanye In with the flow Kanye I hate the new Kanye The always rude Kanye The bad mood Kanye Spaz in the news Kanye I miss the old Kanye Kick in the flows Kanye Where all the thots at Ye? I miss the hoes Kanye You know we love Kanye You used to love Kanye You had the pink polo on You thought you was Kanye We still love Kanye That's all it was Kanye Well guess what? I love you, like Kanye, loves Kanye [Verse: Kanye West] I miss the old Kanye Straight from-the-go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye Set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye The bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye Spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye Chop up the beats Kanye I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye See, I invented Kanye There wasn't any Kanyes And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes I used to love Kanye I used to love Kanye I even had the pink polo I thought I was Kanye What if Kanye made a song about Kanye? Called "I Miss The Old Kanye" Man, that'd be so Kanye! That's all it was Kanye We still love Kanye And I love you, like Kanye, loves Kanye Ha, ha, ha, ha

[Intro] Everybody say turn it up! (Turn it up!) Say turn it up! (Turn it up!) C'mon Ten (C'mon!) Nine (Nine, everybody) Eight (Eight, everybody, louder) Seven (Seven, louder) Six (Louder!) C'mon! Four (Four) Three (C'mon, everybody) Two (Two) One Turn it up! [Verse 1: Kanye West] Step up in this bitch like (Turn it up!) I'm the one your bitch like Yeah I'm the one your bitch like (Turn it up!) And I be talkin' shit like I ain't scared to lose a fistfight (Turn it up!) And she grabbin' on my-, like She wanna see if it'll fit right (Turn it up!) That's just the wave [Chorus: Chris Brown & Akon] Waves don't die (Yeah!) Let me crash here for the moment, yeah I don't need to own it No lie Waves don't die, baby Let me crash here for a moment Baby, I don't, I don't need to own you (Turn it up!) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Kanye West] Sun don't shine in the shade, uh (Turn it up!) Bird can't fly in a cage, uh (Turn it up!) Even when somebody go away (Turn it up!) The feelings don't really go away That's just the wave [Chorus: Chris Brown & Akon] Waves don't die (Yeah!) Let me crash here for the moment I don't need to own it No lie Waves don't die, baby Let me crash here for a moment Baby, I don't, I don't need to own you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Bridge: Chris Brown] No lie No lie No lie You set the night on fire I'm still gon' be here in the morning No lie [Interlude: Kid Cudi & Kanye West] Hmm Hmmmmmm (Y-yeah) Hmmmmmm (Y-yeah) Hmm Hmmmmmm (Yeah) Hmmmmmm (Yay-yeah) Hmmmmmm (Ohhh) [Outro: Chris Brown] No lie Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh yeah You set the night on fire I'm still gon' be here in the morning No lie Waves don't die

[Verse 1: Kanye West] I been waiting for a minute For my lady So I can't jeopardize that for one of these hoes I been livin' without limits As far as my business I'm the only one that's in control I been feeling all I've given For my children I will die for those I love God, I'm willing To make this my mission Give up the women Before I lose half of what I own I been thinking 'Bout my vision Pour out my feelings Revealing the layers to my soul My soul The layers to my soul Revealing the layers to my soul [Chorus: The Weeknd] They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me [Verse 2: Kanye West] See, before I let you go One last thing I need to let you know You ain't never seen nothing crazier than This nigga when he off his Lexapro Remember that last time in Mexico? Remember that last time, the episode? Asking me why the hell I text in code? Four times just to say, "Don't text me, ho" Told you four times, "Don't test me, ho" And we finna lose all self-control But you ain't finna be raising your voice at me Especially when we in the Giuseppe store But I'm a have the last laugh in the end 'Cause I'm from a tribe called Check-A-Ho Yeah, I'm a have to laugh in the end 'Cause I'm from a tribe called Check-A-Ho And I- [Chorus: The Weeknd] They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me [Interlude: Bon Iver] What are we chasing? It feels like we're changing (There's no proof) Those on clouds Learn to debate, oh yeah Ain't no love in the playground (Now I'm speaking truly loud) Go away! Chained to the bounce now Ain't no love in the playground (Waiting by your phone) That's a long way (Eh!) [Bridge: Kanye West] See through the veil And forget all of your cares Throw them Throw them away Don't stop your loving Don't stop for nothing No, not for nothing They don't wanna see me love you Don't now, don't stop it They always love it They always wanna- They don't wanna see me love you (See through the veil) They don't wanna see me love you (And forget all your cares) They don't wanna see me love you Throw them Throw them away Ooh, life's a feeling and- Ooh, the body is a feeling, yeah The future is uncertain for us all, just know Why make things worse? Why make things worse? [Chorus: Travis Scott & Kanye West] You gon' have to get used to me (Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Wish I would let a hater fuck my life up (Uhhh-ahhhhh) Can't let 'em get to me (Ahh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhhhh) Sunday night, I just might have to pipe up (Uhhh-ahhhhh-ahhh) You gon' have to get used to me (Uhhh-ahhhhh) [Instrumental Solo: Dorian Ye]

[Verse 1: DMX] Hate who I love, blessed with the curse (Love, yeah) I was born to die, best of the worst (Uh-huh) Wings but can't fly, but first things first (Ooh) I will until I'm stretched in a hearse (C'mon) Niggas don't get me, but I ain't complicated (Nah) Thing about the truth is most niggas hate it (Why?) Didn't ask God for what I wanted, I waited (Take it) Until He felt like I earned it, then He gave it (Thank you) Anything worth havin' is worth earnin' (Yeah) The true nature of man is definitely worth learnin' (Yeah) 'Cause why you're concerning yourself with discernin' (Yeah) Whether it's worth savin', it's usually worth burnin' (What!) I knew from the start that this life wasn't mine (Uh-huh) That's why from the start, I put my life on the line (All day) Gangstas runnin' 'round, cryin' about dyin' I got faith, I'm a go when it's my time! Thanks for the love and support baby Thank you [Verse 2: Kanye West] Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends It's not many of us, we smile at each other But how many honest? Trust issues Switched up the number, I can't be bothered I cannot blame you for havin' an angle I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing Hope you're doin' your thing, too I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions Fuck the Church up by drinkin' at the communion Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'? Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad You not the problem Damn I forgot to call her Shit I thought it was Thursday Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? When was the last time I remembered a birthday? When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? (Ugh) [Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] Tell me you want your tickets when it's game-time Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime Even when we was young I used to make time Now we be way too busy just to make time Even for my- [Chorus: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign] Real friends I guess I get what I deserve don't I? Word on the streets, they ain't heard from him I guess I get what I deserve don't I? Talked down on my name, throw dirt on him [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Yeah it's easy to be wack It's way harder to give your heart and soul It ain't easy to get it back Like a chain that you bling, it was easy to get it snatched Your friends was easy targets and you easy with the scratch Them hoes was easier to fuck, so you easily attached You was easy with the car keys, and easily was jacked When the pussy way too easy, it's so easy to get laxed Everybody eavesdropping, so you easily get taxed 'Cause they know you got it When you easy-going everything comes out of pocket Once you start easing up, it ain't easy to stop it Talking anything but favors make easier topics When you was ballin' for yourself it was easier shopping Now everybody want something, and ain't easily coppin' It ain't easy being a plane in a world full of rockets Even when you off the radar it's easy to spot you It's easy to drop you It's easy to break bread when you savin' the ends But it ain't easy when that bag go empty again Easy does it Yeah you hustling for the easy route Yeah you would go back to the base but that's the easy out Nowadays the easy play means you out of bounds It ain't easy being a peasant when you've held the crown Watch enemies over you like you never had It's easy to be forgotten if you never mattered Life's a picture of happiness not easily captured Perhaps it's easy in the ground and when our ashes scatter Like real easy (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign] I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was (Was) Couldn't tell you how old your son is (Is) I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg (Dawg) Plus I already got one kid (Kid) Couldn't tell you much about the fam though I just showed up for the yams though Maybe fifteen minutes, took some pictures with your sister Merry Christmas, then I'm finished Then it's back to business You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? (Shit) Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with (With) Please don't pressure me with that bill shit (Shit) 'Cause everybody got 'em that ain't children Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me? It's funny, I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries To be honest, dawg, I ain't feelin' your energy Money turn your kin into an enemy Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be Lookin' for real friends (Real friends) How many of us? How many of us? Are real friends, to real friends, 'til the reel end? 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin (Yeah, yeah) To 3:00 A.M. Callin' How many? (Real friends) Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many? For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like "What's up, fam? Hope you good?" You say, "I'm good, I'm great" Then the next text they ask you for somethin' How many? What's best for your family, immediate or extended Any argument, the media will extend it I had a cousin that stole my laptop That I was fuckin' bitches on Paid that nigga two-hundred fifty-thousand Just to get it from him Real friends Huh? [Chorus: Kanye West, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign] Real friends I guess I get what I deserve don't I? Word on the streets, they ain't heard from him I guess I get what I deserve don't I? Talked down on my name, throw dirt on him

[Chorus: Kanye West] Lost out, beat up Dancin', down there I found you, somewhere out 'Round 'round there, right right there Lost and beat up Down there, dancin' I found you, somewhere out Right down there, right 'round there [Verse 1: Kanye West] Lost and found out Turned out, how you thought Daddy, found out That you turned out, how you turned out If mama knew now How you turned out, you too wild You too wild, you too wild You too wild, I need you now Love you (Got to) Love you (Love you) Found you, found you Right now, right now Right now, right now If your mama knew how You turned out, you too wild You too wild, you too wild You too wild, and I need you now Lost and found out [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Cry, I'm not sorry Cry, who needs sorry when there's Hennessy? Don't fool yourself Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true Don't fire fight Yeah, I feel you burning, everything's burning Don't fly too high Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true I'm just bad for you I'm just bad, bad, bad for you Don't fool yourself Your eyes don't lie, you're much too good to be true Don't fire fight Yeah, I feel you burning, everything's burning Don't fly too high Your wings might melt, you're much too good to be true I'm just bad for you I'm just bad, bad, bad for you [Chorus: Kanye West] Lost out, beat up Dancin', down there I found you, somewhere out 'Round 'round there, right right there [Verse 3: Sia] I was lost and beat up Turned out, burned up You found me, through a heartache Didn't know me, you were drawn in I was lost and beat up I was warm flesh, unseasoned You found me, in your gaze Well, I found me, oh, Jesus I was too wild, I was too wild I was too wild, I was too wild I was too wild, I was too wild [Interlude: Kanye West] And I need you now Lost and found out- Yeah [Verse 4: Kanye West] You gotta let me know if I could be your Joseph Only tell you real shit, that's the tea, no sip Don't trip, don't trip, that pussy slippery, no whip We ain't trippin' on shit, we just sippin' on this Just forget the whole shit, we could laugh about nothin' I impregnate your mind, let's have a baby without fuckin', yo I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow I know it's corny niggas you wish you could un-swallow You tried to play nice, everybody just took advantage You left your fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich I said, "Baby, what if you was clubbin' Thuggin', hustlin' before you met your husband?" Then I said, "What if Mary was in the club?" "Before she met Joseph, around hella thugs?" Cover Nori in lambs' wool We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves "What if Mary-" (What if Mary?) "Was in the club-" (Was in the club?) "Before she met Joseph, with no love?" Cover Saint in lambs' wool We surrounded by (And she was) The fuckin' wolves (Surrounded by) [Bridge: Kehlani] I, I, I, I? I, I, I, I can't- [Outro: Frank Ocean] The rings all ringed out Burn out, cave in Blackened, too dark out I'm mixed now, fleshed out There's light with no heat We cooled out, it's cool out Life is precious We found out, we found out We found out

[Voice Message: Max B & French Montana] Yeezy, Yeezy, what's good? It's your boy Max B, what's going on? Just checking in on you Appreciate the love and support The wave is here You a wavy dude anyway, so you already know Ain't no problem, man, the game- You already know how this game thing goes Do your wave ni- You got the official wave, man Just, just doing you- Doing you, doing your wave And keep it loopy I know you're going to keep it loopy man Shout-out, just shout you out Hollering at you man, it's all love I appreciate the- the energy And we here, hit the town, we do something big We gonna make a big tsunami up in this joint You already know what it is, ahh Silver Surfer, Silver Surfer in the flesh Silver Surfer in the flesh Max Biggaveli shout to Yeezy What's good? I see you It's love, appreciate it It's honor, appreciate it Oww, wavy, baby, yeah

[Verse 1: Kanye West] You say you never saw this comin' Well, you're not alone Million dollar renovations to a happy home My ex says she gave me the best years of her life I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right I wake up, assessin' the damages Checkin' MediaTakeOut Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch But it's blurry enough to get the fake out I wake up, all veggies no eggs I hit the gym, all chest no legs Yep, then I made myself a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale, ándale, E.I., E.I., uh-oh You had me drivin' far enough to switch the time zone You was the best of all time at the time though Yeah, you wasn't mine though [Chorus: Kanye West] But I still drove 30 hours And I, I still drove 30 hours to you, yeah [Verse 2: Kanye West] I remember rappin' for Jay and Cam Young producer just trying to get his flows off I remember being nervous to do Victoria's Secret 'Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like a private school for women Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl You don't love me, you just pretendin' I need a happy beginnin', middle and endin' Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago It's gettin' hot in here, that's all that I know Got a hotel room, three stars for you You call down for an omelet, girl, it's 5:00 in the morning You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria Only thing open is Waffle House, girl, don't start with me I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob' 'Cause you was in college complainin' 'bout it's no jobs But you were suckin' a nigga dick the whole time Well, I guess a blowjob's better than no job (Job, job) [Chorus: Kanye West] And I drove back 30 hours [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Multi-sweats with the multi-tee Before I had the multi-clothes you could multi-me Multi-million dollar dreams rolled in dirt Colt .45 still reserved, irk and jerk Cop a fifth for the five-nine-nine Little Caesars hot and ready That's gon' hold us down I had a scheme to get rich And I'm a show you how I can't pay no bills I know shit is real But thank you for the couch And that chick that came through I thought I loved her I'm glad you saw my checks And shot a young player rubbers Winter time cold bought a young player covers Eviction notice on the door I'm sorry for the trouble I ain't have no job But the beats was a thing to our soul And that bass filled the space When the heater was broke And all those hamburger helper meals That sat on the stove Almost made a nigga sick cause the mixture was old It's funny how that funny style shit never changes Humbling, niggas ain't come up how we came up So now the steak medium plus Medium well, way too tough Worst cut, it ain't medium much Plate 400 degrees, hot boy to the touch Sweet potato casserole, nigga, fuck with the crust I'm a shoot the shot if need be, I live for the clutch Stopped sipping drank, it had us on lean like a crutch Nowadays it's a stand up game No sitting room in my vault, I got stand up change Wine tasting and a billion talk And stocks in the villa route The only time I tell a chick to taste it and spit it out Long way from the boxes of wine Roasting Louis XIII under candle for shine Copping shit they'll never stock Shoes they'll never drop My music got way too much bounce It'll never flop They some lames in a bubble They'll never pop Puppets on a string Shuck and jive call them Fraggle Rocks But we cut from a different cloth Safari, my nigga that's a different cost See the smoke, garlic, aioli, that's a different sauce Invisible set with the grill, that's a different floss Making toast for the blessings, I'm a different boss Losing friends over bread, that's a different loss So just in case I never told you before Let me pay back what I owe [Verse 4: Juice WRLD] 30 hours (Hours) Ayy, look, hah! I run laps around these niggas in they school raps I'm still doggin' with them cool cats I'm still pretty when I sit back I break your bitch for the Kit Kat You niggas broke, you can't fix that The competition is a mismatch You think it's cool to fuck with me on a bad day And lately, I've been havin' a lot of those You pussy niggas so uptight That if you put your big boy pants on You'll be rocking a cameltoe I'm such an animal, I'm such a cannibal Body parts in my Danimals, I'm super Radikal Pussy, you not compatible, you niggas itch like rashes You Clay niggas after me, so call me Cassius Them hoes used to laugh at me but now they askin' The whereabouts to all my fashion If we could have sex on camera Like I don't have real life standards Guess I don't have real life standards, huh? [Bridge: Juice WRLD] Hahaha, fuck nigga Had to give these hoes 30 hours 30 hours, ah-uh-uh Du-nu-nu, hey, hey Had to give these hoes 30 hours Ayy, should I give 'em a little more? I should? Bet, haha, look [Verse 5: Juice WRLD] I'm a just go back in for another, huh What's the real definition of a brother? Relation by blood or relation by color? Hmm, man, I don't give a fuck I'm just talkin' to talk, this the talk of a boss Keep playin' wit' yo' boy and I'll be checkin' yo' pulse Probably put you in a hospital, piss on your bed While you in a coma and your mama wait for results (God!) Now there's blood on my Louis V's Bad bitch like my clothes, came from overseas Ex-girl gettin' mad, said she over me Knowin' damn well that I'm still in them ovaries Bitch, please, I see bullshit around me, hoes tryna clown me As soon as I get money, I bet them bitches surround me All my money goin' to new clothes and wardrobes So I can't help but be fresher than Downy Orange VLONE like I'm straight out the county Louis Vuitton Don mixed up in Givenchy Same way Hennessy mix up in Bacardi (Haha) Damn, so how the fuck you gon' stop me? [Outro: Kanye West & André 3000] 3 Stacks, can you help me out? (30 hours) Yeah, this type of shit you just ride out to, uh (30 hours) Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah (30 hours) I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship Now a nigga mad Now I'm 'bout to drive ninety miles like Matt Barnes to kill- (30 hours) Just to kill- Just to- Just to- I'm about to drive ninety- Ninety miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass It was my idea and now a nigga- (30 hours) Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh A stunna Whoop him after school just to show I got class Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh with you, yeah (30 hours) You know what I'm sayin'? Drop some shit like that Ayy, ayy whoop him after school just to- (30 hours) Whoop him after school just to show I got class Hmm, eh! Uh, uh, 3 Stacks (30 hours) Just ride out to that Check it out, this the bonus track This the bonus (30 hours) My favorite albums used to have like bonus joints like this That's why they kick it off like this Yeah, just did that Madison Square Garden (30 hours) Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit, ayy, ayy The pyramids shall rise (30 hours) Look at these ultralight beams flowin' For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families That shared this moment with us Let's rock out for 'bout (30 hours) You know, ayy, you know Ayy, you know, ayy, you know (30 hours) Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team Remember when the whole block'd get shoutout? This my version of a shoutout track (30 hours) Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah To my brother Yasiin, holding it down in Africa (30 hours) To my family, thank you for holding me down The media be at me like- (30 hours) That's Gabe calling Yo Gabe I'm just doing a- I'm just doing an adlib track right now What's up? (30 hours) 30 hours

[Intro: Johnny Watson & Junie Morrison] La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a La-di-da-da-a, da-a (La-a, la-a, la-a) Let me tell you, I'm out here From a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far [Chorus: Kanye West] No more parties in LA Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh No more parties in LA Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh [Interlude 1: Kanye West & Ghostface Killah] No more (Los Angeles) Please (Shake that body, party that body) Please (Shake that body, party that body) Please (Shake that body, party that body) [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I do it! (Yeah) Hey killa, you forgot your soda dawg My mama kitchen stankin' from the last order dawg So many cocaine transactions I don't recall Was lit, tell the judge and the preacher presiding over y'all Fuck the police protocol We choppin' loads up, in the crib No heat by the stove my toes froze up Niggas like to fuck up their re-up money Get rolled up Bullet holed-up Ran off on the plug once (Once nigga) Minor setback, major comeback Two bitches at the Ritz Carlton I was dumb hype I dropped the chicken then remixed it, it was dumb white Fuck her pretty face and that pussy hoe What your funds like? Fucked her in some five-thousand shoes or pumps right? Allergic to these weak ass hoes, nigga gesundheit Miss my Harlem bitch, buss that pussy open in one night But last time I was out in New York I got in a gunfight Blowbiz to the showbiz I kick rap burnin' like Kermit sippin' on hoe tears Million dollar world tour, a nigga with no spins Everyday I got a new cousin, nigga we no kin And all this internet shit done fucked up the era That bitch ain't been the same since Ye dropped her off at the airport They only gave us twenty-eight days so make 'em last The black delegation would like to trade Stacey Dash For Adele and Margot Robbie, let's get it poppin', we on Fuck it, even trade, we even throw in a Raven Symone Filthy jet-black nigga Backstage full of white bitches No I don't sell like Macklemore, but I've got White Privilege Try not to sell no crack no more, tryna stay out the prison That Heron shit will get your ass a gas price sentence That snitchin' shit will leave you marked just like a life sentence That snitchin' shit will get your family and your wife missin' Play position, these niggas friendly as a box of puppies I drop big nuts on this game, they holdin' chicken nuggets My backwood rolled up with dirty, you smell that Seen myself on Comedy Central Hope they bring Chappelle back Feds listenin', all this talk about the scale be scaled back Seen India Love nudes, a nigga trying to nail that A couple weeks I'm in Toronto I'm a see all my bitches But all my niggas can't cross the border for that all-star shit But niggas be creepin' for the weekend Give her that all-star dick I want that pussy, head, mouth, ass, and all that shit (And all that shit) Cocaine parties in LA Throw ya set up at some more gang parties in LA I know some neighborhood Pirus that sell Yay (Los Angeles) I got homies with them pound 6-O's and 8-Trays Nigga shoutout to my Mexican partner, forgot about 'em When he come back across the border We throwin' a powder party, nigga [Bridge 1: Kanye West] Hey baby, you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] It was more than soft porn for the K-Man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" Uhm, well, cutie, I like your bougie booty Come, Erykah Badu-me, well, let's make a movie Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler I show you the ropes like connect the dots A country girl that love Hollywood Mama used to cook red beans and rice Now it's Denny's, 4:00 in the morning, spoil your appetite Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers Music and iPhone cameras This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me I mean- He flew you in this motherfucka on first class Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper I said baby, "Spin that 'round and say the alphabet backwards" You're dealing with malpractice Don't kill a good nigga's confidence Just 'cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is The head still good, though, the head still good, though Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday Bottle service, head service, I came in first place The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets Then my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity And yeah, G, I was all for it She said, "K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet" I'm a put you on game For the lames that don't know they a rookie Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy (Pussy, pussy, pussy) [Chorus: Kanye West] Scary, scary No more parties in LA Please, baby, no more parties in LA [Verse 3: Kanye West] Friday night, tryna make it into the city Breakneck speeds, passenger seat, somethin' pretty Thinking back to how I got here in the first place Second-class bitches wouldn't let me on first base A backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds And the Louis Vuitton store got all of my pay stubs Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous When did I become A-list? I wasn't even on a list Strippers get invited to where they only got hired When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired And 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they kids as meal tickets Not knowin' the disconnect from the father The next generation will be the real victims I can't fault 'em, really I remember Amber told my boy No matter what happens, she ain't goin' back to Philly Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' Of weak content and slow jammin' But don't worry, this one's so jammin' You know it, LA, it's so jammin' I be thinkin' every day Mulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades I be paranoid every time, the pressure The problem ain't I be drivin', the problem is I be textin' My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired First song they played for me Was 'bout their friend that just died Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive That's why I'd rather take the 405 I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim But Saint a baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him Had my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents What I'm supposed to do? Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? Every agent I know, know I hate agents I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance It's just me, I do it my way, bitch Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped the Xans I know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again But the writer's block is over, emcees, cancel your plans A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took six months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out Goddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam Pink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam Thank God for me! (Los Angeles) Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck-full Bitches say he funny and disrespectful I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that She push me back when the dick go too deep This good dick'll put your ass to sleep Get money! (Money, money, money) Big, big money! (Money, money, money) And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucka! [Bridge 2: Larry Graham & Kanye West] Having you here in my life Makes up for all the things that I never had Girl you make me feel so happy I just can't tell you how I feel You stay constantly on my mind Only one thought and that one is about you I just keep on loving you, baby And there's no one else I know can take your pla-, pla-, pla- Please [Interlude 2: Junie Morrison] Say that you want me baby (Say that you want me) Baby you got me, say that you (Want a super groupie) Suzie Thundertussy (Suzie) Suzie (Say that you want me) You a super groupie (Baby you got me, say that you) Yeah (Want a super groupie) You told me you would make me (Suzie Thundertussy) You said you could make me (Say that you want me) A star, a star (Baby you got me, say that you) A star that's what you are (Want a super groupie) That's what you are (Suzie Thundertussy) Say that you want me baby (Say that you want me) Baby you got me, say that you Baby you got me yeah (Want a super groupie) Suzie (Suzie Thundertussy) Suzie Thundertussay (Say that you want me) I need, I need (Baby you got me, say that you) I need your pussy yeah (Want a super groupie) Suzie Thundertussy [Outro: Junie Morrison] I feel like a million or more Ever since the day Suzie walked through my door Let me tell you I buy my ranch from the most expensive skies Now that I am a star My rise is a sing-galore Friends, huh I can buy them by the score, my Lord But the girl who made me I never see anymore Now that I'm a star [Voice Message: Yasiin Bey] Peace, this is Yasiin No more parties in SA Please, tell 'em no more parties in SA Ain't home arrest, I don't need to stay I'll leave and I'll stay away I committed no crime any place Why these police up in my face? Why they raiding my place? Why I don't feel safe? This is not an expression of fear This is just to make things clear My intentions are pure in coming here And that's for everything I love or hold dear Umi's in the building So is my wife and my children I committed no crime Why is the state wasting my time? They must be out of their minds I forgive 'em, that's the spirit of divine I just wanna go where I'm wanted Where I'm loved, stop frontin' Where I live is my choice, you cannot mute my voice Thank you, Kanye West, for being a real friend A real friend, a real friend No more parties in SA Please, no more parties in SA I heard your choice the first time, I'll go away And when I leave, that's exactly where I'll stay This is not an expression of fear This is just to make things clear A country called Earth, everywhere A country called Earth, everywhere No more parties in SA Please, no more parties in SA That's just a freestyle, I had to let that out Peace to all, fear none, this is Yasiin Bey But I'll end with this verse That I wanna put on No More Parties in LA If you would kindly allow me, my dear brother Kanye And shout out to K-Lamar too, I see you my dude Lonely America, crazy America Loud ass, country ass, cocaine America Lethal America, carcinogen, asthma Carbonated smoke throughout your blood plasma Lights and camera, action, surveillance Helicopters, teleprompters Flossy newscasters, rich, fool, bastards War, migrant workers, cold murder, traffic Welcome to Los- stop right there Biggie got shot right here Angeles Hollywood, hoes, handguns Peace to all, fear none This is Bey, love, one

[Intro] Dirt and grime and filth inside (And grime) The story of my lifetime (Ah-ah) And my dirty, filthy habitat Is where I got my habit at Of cheating, stealing, never feeling Pain of a brother, your dirty mother Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are (Perfect!) [Chorus: Kanye West] Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman (You!) [Verse 1: Kanye West] Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I feel so accomplished I done talked a lot of shit but I just did the numbers Herzog and Adidas, man, you know they love it If Nike ain't have Drizzy, man, they would have nothin', woo! If Nike ain't have Don C, man, they would have nothin', ooh! But I'm all for the family, tell 'em, "Get your money" Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, they line up for days Nike out here bad, they can't give shit away I stuck to my roots, I'm like Jimmy Fallon I ain't dropped the album but the shoes went platinum (Woo!) Every time I talk, they say I'm too aggressive I was out here spazzin', now y'all get the message? On the field I'm over-reckless, on my Odell Beckham 2020, I'm a run the whole election, yah! I've been trending years, y'all a couple days Yeezy in the house and we just got appraised Nike, Nike treat employees just like slaves Gave LeBron a billi' not to run away (You!) Ten-thousand dollar fur for Nori, I just copped it (You!) Your baby daddy won't even take your daughter shoppin' (You!) I done wore designers I won't wear again Make 'em niggas famous, they get arrogant [Chorus: Kanye West] Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman, ah! Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman (Sonic Boom!) [Verse 2: Kanye West] Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, this is pure luxury I give 'em Grey Poupon on a DJ Mustard, ah! If you ain't poppin' shit then why you rap for, huh? Plus Kimoji just shut down the App Store, ah! And we made a million a minute We made a million a minute (We did) Yeah, we made a million a minute We made a million a minute, ah! Do anybody feel bad for Bill Cosby? Did he forget the names just like Steve Harvey? (You!) Tell Adidas that we need a million in production (You!) I done told y'all, all I needed was the infrastructure (Boom!) Now we hottest in the streets, it ain't no discussion James Harden, Swaggy P runnin' up the budget (Yoga Flame!) Keep the work at my baby mama's mama's house I'm a jerk, you need to work, you need to call my spouse Yeezy, Yeezy, take a picture with me on Rodeo Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I might do my own hotel Couches, couches, couches, couches, which one should I pick? I need extra deep, I like my bitches extra thick (Sonic Boom!) Every time I see the news, man it bring me home Call up DJ Mano, shout out Twilite Tone We just blessed to be alive, yeah, ain't that the truth? So let's celebrate the life of Timbuck2 (Timbuck2) Timbuck2 [Outro] Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are (Perfect! You win!)

[Intro: Rare Earth] Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' I feel it's fadin' [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Rare Earth] When no one ain't around (I feel it's fadin') I think I think too much (I feel it's fadin') Ain't nobody watchin' (I feel it's fadin') I just fade away (I feel it) [Interlude 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Rare Earth] Ooh! Yes! Ooh! Yes! Ooh! Yes! Ooh! Yes! (Your love is fadin') Ooh! Yes! (I feel it's fadin') [Verse 1: Kanye West, Rare Earth & Ty Dolla $ign] Roll up, roll up Hold up, hold up Po' up, po' up (I feel it) I love to- I wanna- I'm tryna- (I feel-) I'm a rock the boat, work the middle 'til it hurt a little (I feel it) Your love is fadin' (I feel it's fadin') Fuckin' with a real ass nigga (I feel it) Fuck how you feel ass nigga (I feel-) Bitch better act like you know better (I feel it) Woah-ooh [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Rare Earth] When no one ain't around (I feel it's fadin') I think I think too much (I feel it's fadin') Ain't nobody watchin' (I feel it) I just fade away (I feel it's fadin') [Verse 2: Post Malone & Rare Earth] You don't even know, I've been so far gone (I feel it) I've been so led on, I've been runnin' 'round (I feel it) I've been on my shit, whole world on my dick (I feel it) I just need to know (I can feel it!) [Bridge 1: Ms. Barbara Tucker & Rare Earth] Oh, deep inside Deep, deep, down inside Deep, deep inside Deep, deep, down inside Deep, deep inside (People!) Deep, deep, down inside Oh I'm in love (Beautiful, people!) Oh, deep inside Deep, deep, down inside Deep, deep inside Deep, deep, down inside Deep, deep inside (People!) Deep, deep, down inside Oh I'm in love (Beautiful, people!) I feel it's fadin' [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Rare Earth] When no one ain't around (I feel it's fadin') I think I think too much (I feel it's fadin') Ain't nobody watchin' (I feel it's fadin') I just fade away (I feel it) [Interlude 2: Ms. Barbara Tucker] It's what's missing, it's what's missing It's what's missing in this world It's what's missing, it's what's missing It's what's missing in this world (Beautiful, people!) Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh (I feel lifted) Oh, I get lifted, yes (I feel lifted) Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh Oh, I get lifted, yes Oh, I get lifted, oh (I feel lifted) I feel lifted, I feel lifted! [Bridge 2: Ms. Barbara Tucker, Rare Earth & Post Malone] Oh, deep inside Deep, deep, down inside (I feel it) Yes, deep inside Deep, deep, down inside (I feel it) Oh, deep inside Deep, deep, down inside (I feel it) Yes, deep inside (I get lifted, yes) Deep, deep, down inside (I can feel it!) Oh, deep inside (Oh, I get lifted, yes) Deep, deep, down inside (I feel it) Yes, deep inside (Oh, I get lifted, yes) Deep, deep, down inside (I feel it) Oh, deep inside (Oh, I get lifted, yes) (Oh no, oh no, no, no, no) Deep, deep, down inside (I feel it) Yes, deep inside (Oh, I get lifted, yes) Deep, deep, down inside I get- (I feel it's fadin') Oh, I get lifted, yes I feel it's fadin' [Outro: Rare Earth] I feel it's fadin' I feel it's fadin' Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' Your love is fadin' I feel it's fadin' I feel it's fadin' I feel it's fadin' I can feel it!

[Intro: Kanye West] Yeah, 9:08 LA time Back in the lab and shit [Verse 1: Kanye West] My wife said, I can't say no to nobody And at this rate we gon' both die broke Got friends that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt And like my wife said, I still didn't say no People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter My friends' best advice was to stay low I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills Especially when you got family members on payroll The media said it was outlandish spendin' The media said he's way out of control I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin' I'm not out of control, I'm just not in their control I know I'm the most influential That TIME cover was just confirmation This generation's closest thing to Einstein So don't worry about me, I'm fine I can see a thousand years from now in real life Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like Troll conventional thought, don't need to question I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive Thank God for Jay Electra, he down with the mission Did it with no permission, on our own conditions Most blacks with money have been beaten to submission Yeezy with the big house, did it way different Never listen to Hollywood producers Don't stare at money too long, it's Medusa The ultimate Gemini has survived I wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five [Chorus: Sampha] Yeah, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Yeah, I feel like I'm home, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Kanye West] I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro If the phone ringin', go and get your kids, ho Brother Don Muhammad Told the minister about the presentation He sat back and smiled Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout, "How my neck look?" Well, it all looks great Four-hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard Real family stick together and see through the mirage The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary? I am one with the people I am one with the people (Real!) I've been woken from enlightened man's dream Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self-esteem Let me not say too much or do too much 'Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch I'm prayin' an out-of-body experience will happen So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin' God, I have humbled myself before the court Drop my ego and confidence was my last resort I know, I know He got a plan, I know I'm on Your beams One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see I would've took a hundred-million and gave twenty to Hov I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks 'Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'm a never go broke Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go We all go Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like Where's Waldo? She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo Modern-day MJ, with an off-the-wall flow [Bridge: Sampha] Nightlife, walk all over me Walk all over me I'm deliverin' everything I've ever sent that you'll bring Fly, fly, fly overseas Fly overseas Oh, anywhere, everything but in between Oh, yeah [Chorus: Sampha] Yeah, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Oh, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) [Verse 3: Sampha] Please face me when I speak Please say to me somethin' before you leave You've been treatin' me like I'm invisible, now I'm visible to you Oh, the invisible truth stay sober I can't quite understand the games you play Understand, understand Understand I'm standin' under oath With my hand on the book Tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth And you always give me half of you, half of you Take half a shot Won't you let my heart go? Make you feel something that I'm feeling Understand I'm standin' under oath And I promised I, I wouldn't fall anymore But I'm cryin' at the bar I'm wishin' that you saw my scars, man I'm wishin' that you came down here and stood by me And looked at me like you knew me But I feel so alone Like I don't know anyone except the night sky above [Chorus: Sampha] Yeah, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife Yeah, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi Oh, you're lookin' at the Church in the night sky And you wonder where is God in your nightlife (Father, Father, Father in the night sky) [Instrumental Solo: Dorian Ye]