[Introduction: Kanye West]
Its called self hate
It works on itself its like real estate of racism
Where just like that, when someones comes
Up and says something like "I am a god", everybody
Says "who does he think he is?"
I just told you who I thought I was, a god!
I just told you! Thats who I think I am!
Would it have been better if I had a song
Called I am a n***a? Or if I had a song that
Said I am a Gangsta? Or if I had a song that said
I am a Pimp. All those colors and patinas fit
Better on a person like me, right? But to say
You are a god, especially when you get
Shipped over to the country that your in and
Your last name is a slave-owner. How could you
Say that? How could you have that mantality?
[Verse 1: Don Juan]
I spitty-spitty spit it
I'm widdy-widdy widdit
I never quiddy-quiddy quit it
I'm not Gryffindor, I just wanna play some Quidditch
Wonder where the golden snitch is
Wonder who the f** the snitch is
Wonder where the f** my b**h is
Yeah my girl a star, wonder where the f** my hitch is
I don't got no side b**hes
I don't have any riches
Yeah I've been around I wonder why my dick itches
And b**hes just be b**hing
And hoes just be hoeing
It's 4 in the morning and I'm driving
Wondering where the f** I'm going
Chilling with my homies
And we getting no sleep
She hit me up so we can chill again
I can't lie that I'm considering
She knows that I am different
We Hufflepuff (Huff a puff) and then I Slytherin (Slither in)
Ha ha
[Bridge: Trip]
Yo! It's Trip
It's Trip
[Verse 2: Trip]
The real estate of racism
Let these n***as say something
"Temi you're not even black"
I look at them, and don't say nothing
This sh** don't need discussion
But yeah she got me blushing
But wait I'm black as sh**, so in the dark she can't see nothing
I got these lyrics pumping, but I think it's time to switch it
The Hennessy and Molly really got these b**hes snitching
But I think I've got a vision
I'm seeing who the snitch is
I'm steady on my toes cause really you can't trust these hoes
This flow is sweet as honey
You don't got sh** up on me
I'll have some shooters on your block to take you and your homies
I'm trying to make this bread
I left this beat for dead
I said I'd take your pride
But then I took your b**h instead
Call me Trip because I always do
I trip but I don't ever lose
And yeah, I'm taking Ws, (Uh huh)
I'm cooling with my crew
And yeah we making moves
I got this school up on a string
But still don't f** with you
Testing this mic for a minute
Yeah I'm spitting, yeah I'm chilling
I'm a villain, who is k**ing every rapper in sight
I'll take your animals life
I'll steal your chances at life
I stole your pants and your Nikes
Just testing the mic
[Verse 3: DIV/DED]
Flow so sick its such a pain
So dope its c**aine doing lines up in my brain
In your head like migraine
Rap crew, no name
I'm with Trip like acid rain
I'm with Juan that sh**s insane
b**h ain't even in the game
She just in it for the fame
So I told her "Sit the bench"
Got to twist it like a wrench
Throw her on the work bench
Lay the pipe but I don't wife
Yeah cause you know she a b**h
This the mic check so check this
I know who the snitch is
But you know I ain't snitching
I was down for business
Straight out of the Heights so
I don't f** with HoFlo
Cutting all these ties till
All these hoes broke
Hold your goddamn thoughts
f** these thots, 4 AM, taking shots
Captain Morgan, long lost cousin
Admiral Nelson, bought with my McLovin
sh**, now you know we up to something
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