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[Intro]
Yeah, maybe this should just be the intro, like this
That’s it, squad, bitch

[Verse 1]
All these bad bitches say they love me, I already know
Check the, check the ring that’s on my finger ’cause I’m married, ho
There he go, everybody know that boy pockets is swole
What’s good? That sound familiar, never been here before
Life good, ’cause I just got quoted two hundred a show
Oh no, oh no, two hundred a show
Overnight, all this money that I’ve been makin’, I gave it right back
To all of the people that made me, you know we like that
Don’t know why your bitch wanna date me, but I can’t fight that
Guess you ain’t done shit for her lately, not on the right track
If I think that shit sound good I gotta write that
Weed man knockin’ on the door, I’ll be right back
Pass the shit to 6ix, watch him light that
Hit the studio, record the shit, then mix the shit, then master it
And then we do the show and they recite that
Bitch, I’m right back, told ’em ’bout my life, told ’em ’bout my life
Told ’em I was broke as fuck too many nights
Now I see my name up on so many lights, but everybody prolly think this shit done happened, happened, happened

[Chorus]
Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets that they trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets like they trappin’ and burnin’ (woo, woo)

[Bridge 1]
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy, but now they know the name
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy, but now I run the game
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
You can hate now all you want, but shit won’t ever be the same
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
You can hate me, but I’m not the reason that your life is lame

[Verse 2]
Tell me, is it really so hard? Really so hard, to be a good person?
Tell me, is it really so hard? Really so hard, to stop acting like a bitch? (woo)
I treated everybody with respect and now I’m rich (woo)
I treated everybody with respect
Maybe you got issues with your daddy, though
Maybe you was bullied back in high school
Maybe you are just a tool

[Bridge 2]
Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
The reason I don’t fuck with nobody, and
Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
The reason I came up with nobody, and
Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
Everybody think this right here happened

[Chorus]
Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets that they trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets like they trappin’ and burnin’ down, shit

[Intro: Capleton]
Blazin, mi don’t want dem
Mi need dem
Blazin
Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated

[Intro]
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

[Hook]
I am a god
Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I’m a man of God
My whole life in the hand of God
So y’all better quit playin’ with God

[Verse 1]
Soon as they like you make ’em unlike you
Cause kissin’ people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper compared to Michael
So here’s a few hatin’-ass niggas to fight you
And here’s a few snake-ass niggas to bite you
And I don’t even wanna hear ’bout what niggas might do
Old niggas mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they ain’t never liked you
Pink-ass polos with a fuckin’ backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback
Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin’
Monop’ in this bitch again, changed the climate
Hop in this bitch to give Saint the garment
Until the day I get struck by lightning

[Hook]
I am a god
So hurry up with my damn massage
In a French-ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Verse 2]
I just talked to Jesus
He said, "What up, Yeezus?"
I said, "Shit I’m chillin’
Tryna stack these millions"
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa, su casa
That’s our cosa nostra
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Outro: Justin Vernon]
Ain’t no way I’m givin’ up. I’m a god

[Verse 1]
My momma was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn’t satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it’s broke nigga racism
That’s that "Don’t touch anything in the store"
And this rich nigga racism
That’s that "Come in, please buy more
What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things"
Used to only be niggas now everybody playing
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves

[Bridge x2]
You see it’s leaders and there’s followers
But I’d rather be a dick than a swallower

[Verse 2]
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
Fuck 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 fuck out
I’m going Bobby Boucher
I know that pussy ain’t free
You niggas pussy, ain’t me
Y’all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can’t read
Throw ’em some Maybach keys
Fuck it, c’est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
Y’all niggas can’t fuck 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
Fuck you and your Hampton house
I’ll fuck your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And then I hamped him out
Y’all ’bout to turn shit up
I’m ’bout to tear shit down
I’m ’bout to air shit out
Now what the fuck they gon’ say now?

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I can’t get too high, get too high then
So long, so long, so long
Cannot find faith, [?] baby
I can’t do it
I can’t [?] another love and
I won’t believe in the rule
Think you can’t get too high, get too high
Too high again
Too high

When I first laid my eyes upon you
I knew right then and there you were the one
Eyes so deep, you sent me melting
And then you smiled as though to say, "Oh, yeah"

But then you seemed to change your mind
You looked away like you were oh so shy
Is the game you’re playing hard to get
Won’t you tell me, oh ho

Want me, don’t you want me
To touch you and to hold you tight
Don’t you want me like I want you
To kiss and love all through the night

I’d like to know more than just your name
Did you come here alone or with someone
If only you would open up
And let me know just where you’re coming from

Are you looking for a new love
Or does commitment seem to bring you down
Is that a look of "Yes" or is it "No"
Please don’t tease me, Ohhhhhh

Want me, don’t you want me
To touch you and to hold you tight
Don’t you want me like I want you
To kiss and love all through the night

Ohhohhh, yeah
Don’t you want me?
Ohhohhh, yeah
Don’t you want me?

Want me, don’t you want me
To touch you and to hold you tight
Don’t you want me like I want you
To kiss and love all through the night

Are you looking for a new love
Or does commitment seem to bring you down
Is that a look of "Yes" or is it "No"?
Please don’t tease me, Ohhhhhh

Want me, don’t you want me
To touch you and to hold you tight
Don’t you want me like I want you
To kiss and love all through the night

Want me, don’t you want me
To touch you and to hold you tight
Don’t you want me like I want you
To kiss and love all through the night

Want me (Oh, oh), don’t you want me (Yeah)
(Don’t you want me)
Want me (Oh, oh), don’t you want me (Y

You should’ve been gone
Knowing how I made you feel
And I should’ve been gone
After all your words of steel
Oh I must have been a dreamer
(must have been a dreamer I know)
And I must’ve been someone else
(someone else)
And we should’ve been over
(over now)

Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on
Holds on
Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on
Holds on

Oh, I want to let go
You’ll go on hurtin’ me
You’d be better off alone
If I’m not who you’d thought I’d be

Oh, you know that there’s a fever
(there’s a fever I know)
Oh, that you’ll never find nowhere else
(nowhere, nowhere else)
Can’t you feel it burnin’ on and on

Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on
Holds on
Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on

Oh Sherrie

But I should’ve been gone
Long ago, far away
Now I know you’d lie
You’ll stay

Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on
Holds on
Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on
Holds on
Oh Sherrie
Our love holds on
Holds on

Hold on, ooh Sherrie