Kanye WestNew God Flow

[Kanye West] Now hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man But these new Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman Went from most hated to the 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 Cuz 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 money, you sold your soul Naww man, mad people was frontin' God damn, we made it here from nothing Picture work your whole life, 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 Went from working Mcdonalds, barely paying the car note Even got enough to get his mama a condo People came shot him down 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 feel your Sunday service I got green in my eyes, follow this Erick Sermon Did Moses not part the water with the cane? Did heavens 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 Prior say And I annihilate anybody that violate Ask any dope boy you know, they admire Ye'
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