New God Flow lyrics - Kanye West (with Pusha T)

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

[Pusha T 1:]

I believe there's a God above me

I'm just the God of everything else

I put hoes in everything else

New God Flow, fuck everything else

Supreme dope dealer, write it in BOLD LETTERS

They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella

They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella

But I was good with the yay as a wholeseller

I think it's good that Ye got a blow dealer

A hot temper, matched with a cold killer

I came up more, for more than just to rhyme with him

Think '99, when Puff would've had Shyne with him

(matching Daytona's Rose Gold on us)

Going Ham in Ibiza done took a toll on us

Well since you over do it, imma pour more

Well if you going coupe, I'm going four door(wooo)

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body(that's rare nigga)

Shake that body, party that body(Ric Flair nigga)

Shake that body, party that body(yeah nigga)

Come and have a good time with G-O-D(yeah)

Shake that body, party that body(woaa)

Shake that body, party that body(woaa)

Shake that body, party that body(it's a New God Flow)

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

[Pusha T 2:]

Step on they necks till they can't breathe

Claim they five stars but sell you dreams

They say death multiplies by three's

Lined them all up and let's just see

Fuck 'em Ye, fuck 'em Ye

I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier'

They shit is shopping at Target'

My shit is luxury Balmain

I'm Balling, I'm all red

A nick sold in the park then I want in

What's a king without a crown nigga

What's a circus without you clown niggas

What's a brick from an outta town nigga

When you flood and you can drown niggas

It's the GOOD Music golden child

M-A dollar sign can't nobody hold me down

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man

But these new Yeezys jumped over the jump man

Went from most hated to the champion god flow

I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know

I'm living three dreams:

Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's

Cause we can't get along, no resolution

Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aww man, you sold your soul

Naww man, mad people was frontin'

Aww man, made something from nothing

Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through

That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you

What has the world come to, I'm from the 312

Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true

Like "Where did God go?" In his Murcielago

From working McDonald's, barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom

40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week

Man the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us

We got green in our eyes, follow my Erick Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane?

Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain?

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?

And went to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?

In Jesus name, let the choir say

"I'm on fire ay," that's what Richard Pryor say

And we annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any dope boy you know, they admire Ye

[Chorus]

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G-O-D

GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music

And all my niggas say, GOOD Music

And all my ladies say, GOOD Music

I don't know what I've been told

(I don't know what I've been told)

If you get fresh, you get all the hoes

(If you get fresh, you get all the hoes)

I'm way fresher than all my foes

(I'm way fresher than all my foes)

Somebody please pick out they clothes

(Somebody please pick out they clothes)

And all my niggas say, GOOD Music

And all my ladies say, GOOD Music

Who running shit today, GOOD Music

Who running shit today, GOOD Music

The Morning lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Pusha T, Common, Cyhi the Prynce, Kid Cudi, D'banj) (feat. Raekwon & 2 Chainz)

[Intro]

Stutterin’

Givin’em rest and makin’ love again

In my best I be the run again

And I have the man dem stutterin’

[Hook]

I’m getting this nigga in the morning

He gon’ think he been chiefin just too long when

He see me in the evenin’

Want to catch all these feelin

Well let me be the first to get mine

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib

Sittin’and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift

All my niggas watches is rough

Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’

The jeans cost $500? Fuck

Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it’s a statement

One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid

I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious

Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh

They yellin’ Chef, kill the plate with the cooks

I say ‘Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let’s Push

Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers

Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block

Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap

Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props

Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, ock

Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Common]

I was born by a late chicken shack and a church

That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt

Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari

Eye on a dollar like Illuminati

Life is foggy, tryin’ to see through the mist of it

Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous

This is just a letter to better your development

Situation delicate

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Some claim God body, blame Illuminati

All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair

Yeah

All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires

You clusterfucks could cluster up

On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

In God we trust, the game is all us

Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us

Push

[Hook]

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz

I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel

On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)

Four doors of ammo

Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body switch another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce]

I hope the people is listening

I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening

Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’

What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?

Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the nickel in

Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car

But you can’t spell war without an A-R

15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart

By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard

Can’t wait to get that black American Express

So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card

[Break: D’banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(You sold your soul)

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(You sold your soul)

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(Naw man, mad people was frontin’

Aw man, made something from nothing)

[Outro: Kanye West]

I treat the label like money from my shows

G.O.O.D. would’ve been God except I added more o’s

If I knew she was cheatin’ I’d still’ve bought her more clothes

‘Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know

Some people call that the art of war you know

I guess it depends what you fallin’ for

The clothes, cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aw money, you sold your soul

Nah man, mad people was frontin’

God damn, we made something from nothing

Cold lyrics - Kanye West (feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Kanye West!

(Swag King Cole)

DJ Khaled!

[Hook]

Can't a young nigga get money any more?

Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 1]

Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik

I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music

In the projects one day, to Project Runway

We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it

I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up

Might even kill somebody and YouTube it

To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid

And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!

Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick

Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz

And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim

Around the same time she had fell in love with him

Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang

Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team

La Familia, Roc Nation

We in the building, we still keep it basement

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news

Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh

Anything else, we detest, detest

Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts

All that said, let me ask this quest'

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

Higher lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Pusha T) (feat. The-Dream & Mase)

[Intro: The Dream]

Look at your money

Ooh momma, this could be you

On the right side of this drop

Ooh momma, throw it in reverse

I call that back it up and drop a

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Oh, girl I think that she like

I got that shit that make niggas wanna fight

I got that shit that make bitches act right

Make bitches act out of spite, aiight

Oh momma, I got that bomb

I got that shit make your ass go run

My shit, not make niggas get guns

But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

[Hook: The Dream]

She love it (She love it)

Every beat of the drum, she sprung

She say I make her wanna touch it

She love it (She love it)

She make me wanna touch it

I love it (I love it)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em

Known to replace 'em

Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em

Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians

Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her

Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up

Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up

Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the burglary

But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules

Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads

Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach

Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys

The penthouses are poolside with palm trees

[Hook: The Dream]

She love it (She love it)

Every beat of the drum, she sprung

She say I make her wanna touch it

She love it (She love it)

She make me wanna touch it

I love it (I love it)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 2: Mase]

Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again

Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in

Get my mic right, turn my levels up

Get the light right, turn my bezel up

You hear the bounce on it, go and throw your mouth on it

So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted

Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with

They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it

You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin' rinsed

Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint

I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"

You know I ain't Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon

The shot niggas takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan

A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin'

Think you blew me up with your bougie butt

But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up

I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry's overboard

It's hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord

Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost

So when I'm rollin' off I'm showin' off with no remorse

Sh'mon

[Hook: The Dream]

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Outro: Cocaine 80s]

bitch hold smoke longer

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor

Now you're wide open, right?

You ain't even smokin' right

bitch hold the smoke

Cough hope, Harpo

Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud

You're higher than a motherfucker

High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker

I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker

I'm high as a motherfucker

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker

Moment of silence for this motherfucker

I'm just higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a mother-

Sin City lyrics - Kanye West (performed by John Legend, Teyana Taylor, Cyhi The Prynce, Malik Yusef) (feat. Travis Scott)

[Travis Scott]

10 a.m. it's west side bitch

She see the glasses, so obvious

Run from home, after tonight we up out of here

Don't go home cause they just ran me up out of there

All of those drunken nights then fuckin' every night

She run her mouth, but can't eat right

Don't read between the line and forgot how to be white

She smelled the line, baby you know you don't need white

Now look what we did now, the cops behind us

Ran that red light, did you have to be mindless?

SMH, we all know that cocaine killed Abel

From the scholar letters devour this

She stepped into hell, cause winter got cold

Don't look in her eyes, you might see straight to her soul

Don't say yes to that good, cause you'll never know

Cause we lost in the city where sin is no biggy

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]

I'm here with open arms and I gotta

Here is where her heart belongs

Her heart belongs to me

Here is where her heart

I'm here and I won't go

Without her, this is where her heart belongs

It should be here with me

Here is where her heart

[Break: Teyana Taylor & John Legend]

I beg for mercy today

They won't take me away

Take me away from you

Don't know what I would do

Don't let us die in vain

Don't let them see our pain

Wash these demons away

Wash these demons away

[Malik Yusef]

You are all unwelcome to Sin City

Yet the population still increases its density

And that increases its intensity

Which increases the propensity

To complicate your simplicity

No matter your ethnicity

All for the sake of publicity, in this city

[CyHi Da Prynce]

Huh, bad bitches with ass shots

Use a house as a stash spot

Lexus coupe with the rag-top

I'm in the loop, warm tie like a ascot

I used to run with the have-nots

Kept the ave hot just so we could have knots

A lot of niggaz see they dreams in a glass pot

Until the judge throw you in that box and watch your ass rot

We broke all the commandments

Authentic, I'm hand-stitched

Come spend a day in my Hamlet

My city lost, some say it's Atlantis

I went to Cannes with a tan bitch, Francis

She rode the broom on the beach, that's a sand witch

So I ate her like it, haters hate to like it

Sex, drugs, and playin' dices, those are our favorite vices

But this life'll take a toll on ya

Well I guess you gotta pay the prices

I know who Christ is

And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous

By the age ten, we were caged in

Now they raise men in the state pen

Fake friends, forgive 'em for they sins

God bless the city, amen

[Chorus]

[Malik Yusef]

And now I'm one of the residents

They walk with none of the repercuss', but all of the decadence

And all the fuckin' debauchery

Adult film star, somebody's fuckin' watchin' me

I always feel like, I'm almost feel like

Cause I could feel it in the air tonight

I did some wrongs I wouldn't dare to right

And wrote some songs I wouldn't dare recite

But I am willing to share tonight

In the city that is as unfair as life

The One lyrics - Kanye West (with Big Sean) (feat. 2 Chainz & Marsha Ambrosius)

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]

The storm is on the horizon

I'm standing here alone

Got a pistol on my hip

And it's gonna be some shit

If you want it then bring it on

See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

And I'ma be here till it's done

And when they asking who I'm is, shit

You just tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I'm the one, baby

Yeah, I'm the one, baby

Since God gave his only begotten son, baby

It's hard preachin' the gospel to the slums lately

So I had to put the church on the drums, baby

You on a run, baby

You on a run, baby

You think you free but you a slave to the funds, baby

You think you me, but you ain't me, what you done lately?

Mhm that's cool but I been runnin' on the sun, baby

We on a galaxy that haters cannot visit

That's my reality so get off my Scott Disick

If you ever held a title belt you would know how Michael felt

Tyson, Jackson, Jordan - Michael Phelps

Yeah, had to take it to another realm

Cause everything around me got me underwhelmed

Best way to describe my position is at the helm

Best way to describe my new whip - Yeeeaaaalmmp

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]

The storm is on the horizon

I'm standing here alone

Got a pistol on my hip

And it's gonna be some shit

If you want it then bring it on

See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

And I'ma be here till it's done

And when they asking who I'm is, shit

You just tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

I told Detroit I'ma fuckin' get it

I told my brother we'll be fuckin' winnin'

Ye told me I'm the man for the job

So I told my mom, call her's up and tell 'em that she quittin'

Started off in that Chevrolet, but it's Ferraris I gotta drive

I'm on HBO with my Entourage

I'm 5'9" fuck a 9 to 5

I need a hundred million no compromise

I'm a double XL nigga

Magazine and condom size

See what I seen and be traumatized

I don't wait, I marinate, variate erryday

Erry state, sold out, fuck around and need a barricade

My weed loud I need a hearing aid

Livin' life behind a pair of shades

I be a billionaire if I could get a dollar

For all the bullshit that I hear a day

I did it

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]

The storm is on the horizon

I'm standing here alone

Got a pistol on my hip

And it's gonna be some shit

If you want it then bring it on

See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

And I'ma be here till it's done

And when they asking who I'm is, shit

You just tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Treat the back seat like a sofa bed

Break bread with my niggas, call it profit share

This some good shit, but it get better

And yeah my bitch cold, nigga thin sweater

Like my verse suede and the beat leather

Just tryin' to stay above sea level

When my nigga went to jail, I said, "Free Gucci"

I done bought so much shit, I should get free Gucci

Bought my baby momma anaconda bags

I shouldn't have bought it all

I should've went and cut the grass

Snake ass niggas in my fuckin' face

Bring your girl here nigga so I could fuck her face

Yeah I run this place, this is cash mill swag

niggas treadmillin' goin' nowhere fast

Sittin' courtside at the Hawks game

Louie's on, I could trip a fuckin' ball player

[Outro: James Fauntleroy (x2)]

fuck yeah, awesome, yeah I lost some of my mind

And then I found weed was really kind of awesome

It's possible, goddamn right

I've been honest the whole time

Creepers lyrics - Kanye West (performed by Kid Cudi)

Yeah, I see you waitin' over there

See you jockin' over there

See you lookin' at my girl over here

Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?

Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare

Turn my head and hey

I see you waitin' over there

I see you jockin' over there

Thinkin' bout your own life

Why you talkin' 'bout the young, you dig?

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know, and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

I don't love who I am so I'm workin' on a fix

I don't need a bitch trying to take my mind off my grip

If I had one wish it'd be to have more wishes, duh

Fuck tryna make it rhyme, throw them stones, with your bitch ass

Cutting me deep and even though I bleed I stand alone

Alone I'll be, heart of a lion still shining on your sucka ass

Work it, work it, work it, for inner peace

Fightin' for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech

Yeah I mumble while I'm trippin' on so many pills

Hah, they figured that they know a nigga

Yeah, I see you waitin' over there

See you jockin' over there

See you lookin' at my girl over here

Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?

Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare

Turn my head and hey

I see you waitin' over there

I see you jockin' over there

Thinkin' bout your own life

Why you talkin' 'bout the young, you dig?

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know, and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

Bliss lyrics - Kanye West (performed by John Legend & Teyana Taylor)

[Verse 1: Teyana Taylor]

Ooh baby, the day you stepped into my world

You noticed I'm the kind of girl who loves her diamonds and white pearls

So tempt me to jetset away in London

To sip on some tea, you surprise me with gifts from Tiffany

Ohh (La la la la la la la la)

I love the way we livin' boy

But my daddy say, "You don't need that boy"

So let's run away, let's run away

Momma say I'm too young for love

And lovin' you's all I'm thinkin' of

My heart tells me that you're the one

It's the feeling you give, it is

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]

Pure bliss

Like you've got the key to my heart

Simple as a touch and a kiss

Never knew a feeling like this

Pure bliss, pure bliss

Nobody can tear us apart

Baby it's as good as it gets

(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)

Loving you will never be hard

This is pure bliss

[Verse 2: John Legend]

I remember when the pilot closed the door

Said it's time for lift off

You said, "What'd you choose me for?"

But don't ever wonder

Cause you deserve the best

Once you reach the top

You'll never question why you left

Oh, my world is yours

What you waitin' for?

Let's run away, let's run away

Our friends, say we're crazy

But we can't listen baby

They've never had it like this

They don't know what it is

[Hook: John Legend & Teyana Taylor]

Pure bliss

Like you've got the key to my heart

Simple as a touch and a kiss

Never knew a feeling like this

Pure bliss, pure bliss

Nobody can tear us apart

Baby it's as good as it gets

(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)

Loving you will never be hard

This is pure bliss

I Don't Like lyrics - Kanye West (with Pusha T, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Big Sean)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Fraud niggas, y’all niggas, that’s that shit I don’t like

Your shit, make believe, rapping ‘bout my own life

That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga

The power’s in my hair nigga, I get it, beat the chair nigga

SoHo, or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta

Dope money, coke money, Hublot, my watch better

My pen’s better, you don’t write, trendsetter, you clone-like

Pay homage or K’s vomit, ungrateful niggas, I don’t like

[Hook: Chief Keef]

A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

They smile in my face is what I don’t like

They steal your whole sound that’s a soundbite

The media crucify me like they did Christ

They want to find me not breathin’ like they found Mike

A girl’ll run her mouth only out of spite

But I never hit a woman never in my life

I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer

In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice

Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice

Eatin’ good, vegetarian with the brown rice

Girls kissin’ girls, cause it’s hot right?

But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes

They ain’t about that life, they ain’t about that life

We hangin’ out that window it’s about to be a Suge night

Free Bump J, real nigga for life

Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice

Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?

Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?

[Hook: Chief Keef]

A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

Don’t like, like, don’t like, like

A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]

Fake Gucci, that’s that shit I don’t like

Smokin’ on this dope, higher than a kite

This bitch gon’ love me now, she gon’ let me pipe

Screaming Sosa, that’s that nigga that I like

I don’t want relations, I just want one night

Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s the shit that I don’t like

I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life

And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I’m livin’ life

I come up on the scene, and I’m stealin’ light

bitch I’m high off life, got me feelin’ right

bitch I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like

And bitch we GBE, we just gon’ cite

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Big Sean]

We are not one and the same, nigga I’m fuckin’ insane, fuck is you sayin’?

Yo ass been doin’ the same, shit, not doin’ what you sayin’

Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin’ a lame, turn one ho to a train

Blow, blang, my niggas holdin’ that pain, I just hope you been praying

Bang bang, ridin’ for my niggas and that’s for life

High class I’m just surrounded by these low-lifes

And I run this bitch like it’s no lights

Goin’ hard the whole night cause I ain’t goin’ back to my old life, I promise

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]

I done sold purple, I done sold white

Running outta work, that’s that shit I don’t like

She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice

She blowin’ up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like

Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut

Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up

Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus

Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas

[Hook]