I’d feel differently about this if he actually wrote it.
Drake only wrote the hook
Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of Autumn
All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'
Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it; Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport they check all through my bag
And tell me that it’s random
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
I need a happy ending and a new beginning
And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative
This the real world, homie, school finished
They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied til all my n ggas get it, get it?
This is a very valid response
Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious
That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches
Rollie's and Pasha's done drove me crazy
I can't even pronounce nothin', pass that Ver-say-see!
Then I spent four hundred bucks on this
Just to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this."
And I can't even go to the grocery store
Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team
It seem we livin' the American Dream
But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem
The prettiest people do the ugliest things
For the road to riches and diamond rings
We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us
We tryna buy back our 40 acres
And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop
Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwing hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
F*** you and your corporation
Y'all niggas can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm 'bout to wild the f*** out
I'm going Bobby Boucher
I know that p**** ain't free
You niggas p****, ain't me
Y'all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can't read
Throw 'em some Maybach keys
F*** it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all niggas can't f*** with me
Y'all niggas can't f*** with Ye
Y'all niggas can't f*** with Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some bullshit
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock niggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that privately owned prisons
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout what they made
F*** you and your Hampton house
I'll f*** your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn s*** up
I'm 'bout to tear s*** down
I'm 'bout to air s*** out
Now what the f*** they gon' say now?
Shame he got the Me Too bars on this song because its so great
What's wrong with the me too bars?
Not even top 100
Good verse, but why does the beat sound like I'm listening on $7 earbuds I got in the checkout line at TJ Maxx when I'm listening on $300 headphones? I like the song but don't come back to it much because the production is so poor
Drake only wrote the hook
You think Kanye uses the term “opps” in his daily life? Watches Smack? (And yes I’m aware he did an interview with Smack DVD in 2007), talks about taking girls to the titty shop?
Idk about that one.