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Those harmony vocals looped in the background are sampled from the song: ‘Uhh Ahh’ by Boyz II Men (1991)

This ain’t official at all. Are you people deaf??

K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga Every time I call, it's going to voicemail Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha Call me on Shaniqua's phone I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, goin' hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga Our lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up Stickin' to the scripts, now, here, if them Benjamins go cuddle up Skip, hop, drip, drop Flip flop with the white tube sock It goes, "Sherm sticks, burn this" That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix Fifty-nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras El Co's, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, goin' hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked The little homies called and said, "The enemies done cliqued up" Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio? Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio Oh, yeah? Everything is everything, it's scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' Niggas' names on paper, you snitched all summer Streets don't fail me now They tell me it's a new gang in town From Compton to Congress Set-trippin' all around Ain't nothin' new but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-icans Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs, make it they promise to fuck with you No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Everybody want to talk about who this and who that Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin' Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum Y'all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don't ask about no camera blocking at award shows No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my Vogues 'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button Had the Coast on standby "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box" I box 'em all in, by a landslide Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets I make the call and get the Coast involved, then history repeats But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay He said, "It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in a hotel room I didn't want to self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn't stop survivors guilt Going back and forth Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war Back in the city I was entering a new one

I been A1 since Day 1

Alls my life I has to fight, nigga Alls my life I Hard times like, yah! Bad trips like, yah! Nazareth, I'm fucked up Homie, you fucked up But if God got us then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car? 40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it I know when it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinkin' of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal Diggin' in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers

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bro does has no one thought of this im pretty sure like the daaah is from pink panther like the old pink panther

The details in this beat are so perfectly tuned and precise

Goat producer

0:05 That saxophone makes me wanna bust!!!😩

1:27 awesome drum fill

Banger🔥🔥🔥

ngl i kinda fw the chorus on this one

finally a version that doesn't skip, ty sir

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I wish it had the Pharrell chorus too 😔

I dont want a mule, 40 acres, a piano and a guitar...and bro, you are not my dog

110.138 bpm

Visão geral Letras Ouvir K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga Every time I call, it's going to voicemail Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha Call me on Shaniqua's phone I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, goin' hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga Our lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up Stickin' to the scripts, now, here, if them Benjamins go cuddle up Skip, hop, drip, drop Flip flop with the white tube sock It goes, "Sherm sticks, burn this" That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix Fifty-nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras El Co's, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, goin' hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked The little homies called and said, "The enemies done cliqued up" Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio? Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio Oh, yeah? Everything is everything, it's scandalous Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin' Niggas' names on paper, you snitched all summer Streets don't fail me now They tell me it's a new gang in town From Compton to Congress Set-trippin' all around Ain't nothin' new but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-icans Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin'? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs, make it they promise to fuck with you No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" Obama say, "What it do?" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to On the dead homies On the dead homies Everybody want to talk about who this and who that Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin' Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum Y'all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since Don't ask about no camera blocking at award shows No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my Vogues 'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button Had the Coast on standby "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box" I box 'em all in, by a landslide Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets I make the call and get the Coast involved, then history repeats But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay He said, "It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game" I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo I remember you was conflicted Misusing your influence Sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screaming in a hotel room I didn't want to self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went running for answers Until I came home But that didn't stop survivors guilt Going back and forth Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war Back in the city I was entering a new one

Alls my life, I has to fight, nigga Alls my life, I- Hard times like, "Yah" Bad trips like, "Yah" Nazareth I'm fucked up, homie, you fucked up But if God got us, then we gon' be alright [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're looking at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down? Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me Reapin' everything I sow, so my karma comin' heavy No preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfuckin' gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say [Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Nigga And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] What you want you, a house⁠? You, a car? Forty acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it, I know it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinkin' of my partner, put the candy paintin' on the Regal Diggin' in my pocket, ain't a profit big enough to feed you Every day, my logic get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico, ah I don't talk about it, be about it, every day, I sequel If I got it, then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track, so rest assured My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God [Pre-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Nigga And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright [Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Thundercat] I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright, and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers [Poem: Kendrick Lamar] I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power, full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self-destruct The evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers

DA DA DA DA DAAA DAAA DAAAA DAAAAA DA DAAAAA DAAAAA DA DAAA DAAA DAA DAAA DAAAAA DA DAAA DAAAA DA DADA AAAA DAAAAAA DAAA DA DADAAAA🔥🔥

il sample sai mica da dove viene?

bro just casually drops the hardest instrumental possible 2 years ago

If this was on the album he would probably have a higher chance of winning album of the year

peak

Alls my life I has to fight, nigga Alls my life I Hard times like, yah! Bad trips like, yah! Nazareth, I'm fucked up Homie, you fucked up But if God got us then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel

J.cole stood on business 😢

“DUHHH DUH DUH DUHHHHHH” 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥

Do you get copyrighted when you use this instrumental?

How to download this instrumental?

1:30 to the End is so 🔥

thanks

I love the beat this beat its like ________________________

Alls my life I has to fight, nigga Alls my life I Hard times like, yah! Bad trips like, yah! Nazareth, I'm fucked up Homie, you fucked up But if God got us then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car? 40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it I know when it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinkin' of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal Diggin' in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers

“oh so you’re a kendrick fan? sing every lyric of alright” i gotchu homie - Alls my life I has to fight, nigga Alls my life I Hard times like, yah! Bad trips like, yah! Nazareth, I'm fucked up Homie, you fucked up But if God got us then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car? 40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it I know when it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinkin' of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal Diggin' in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers

IROQUOISSSSS

OMG TYSM

Lyrics: Alls my life I has to fight, nigga Alls my life I Hard times like, yah! Bad trips like, yah! Nazareth, I'm fucked up Homie, you fucked up But if God got us then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car? 40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it I know when it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinkin' of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal Diggin' in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers

TLOP version better but imagine if there was a full MBDTF kanye verse AND the release TLOP verse

illest beat on tpab ngl

Uh, still Finesse Go hard Up, down, umore instabile (fear soffocatin' me) Lei ha preso due pills, mi mostra il suo lato un po' più vulnerabile Quello spirito lì ti fa andare ai limiti, superi il margine Per chi mi ama lacrime di gioia Per chi mi odia lacrime di invidia (I feel like I'm ready forgetting me my -) E sono nel mood, lei pure se usciamo dal corpo Uh, chica, ci rivediamo Qualche metro in là si uccidono l'uno con gli altri Mentre sto guardando lo Stato E dando più gas, ho perso il cappello L'ha messo un ragazzo provando a seguirmi Ho dato più me a te anche senza ricevere nulla in cambio E mi sento blessed in questi giorni Dove mi becco con tutti i miei homie Un goccio a terra per altri di noi Voglio tutti quanti i ragazzi fuori Guardiamo tutti lo stesso tramonto Anche se tu, però, fai il presuntuoso Passo attraverso ad ogni tuo discorso Perché per me non vuoi niente di buono Per la mia famiglia, i miei fratelli e la mia gente (God, would you save my heart?) Per chi non ha mai smesso di crederci (would you save my soul?) La strada è sempre e solo una (I feel like I'm ready) Il mio piano è non avere piani B (forgetting all my) Up, down, umore instabile (fear soffocatin' me) Lei ha preso due pills, mi mostra il suo lato un po' più vulnerabile Quello spirito lì ti fa andare ai limiti, superi il margine Per chi mi ama lacrime di gioia Per chi mi odia lacrime di invidia (I feel like I'm ready forgetting me my -) E fanculo te e i tuoi amici, fotto coi miei amici Porto su tutta la mia city Nemmeno ci penso, non sento il peso Ho tagliato fuori dal prato i parassiti Sul tappeto rosso con le Jordan nuove Nel corpo più o meno c'ho tre o quattro robe Non ho un euro in tasca, ma ieri ero in disco Oggi mi ritrovo col giubbotto nuovo Ho fatto pista, curva, cade la mista Tutta sopra lei mentre me lo succhia Io ce l'ho messa tutta Non parlo di grinta, neanche di fortuna, ah Il make-up vi cola da un po' Zona mia, non metterci la bo' Sono uguale a tutti quanti i miei GOAT Ma se confondi "umile" con "stupido", sei morto Sto attraversando il tunnel (God, would you save my heart?) Sono uscito dal loop (would you save my soul?) Quanta fatica per essere sé stessi (I feel like I'm ready forgetting all my) Up, down, umore instabile (fear soffocatin' me) Lei ha preso due pills, mi mostra il suo lato un po' più vulnerabile Quello spirito lì ti fa andare ai limiti, superi il margine Per chi mi ama lacrime di gioia Per chi mi odia lacrime di invidia (I feel like I'm ready forgetting me my -)

To some degree I have to appereciate this version existing as we wouldn't get the TLOP version otherwise, but damn this one sucks

he should have kept the no more parties in la intro bit

one of the few kanye songs where the released version is actually significantly better

*duh*

The released version's chorus sounds far better. Good decision on taking out the chants

“And you know we had safe SEX !!! “ But all seriousness, This definitely didn't fit the MBDTF Vibe I understand why ye would put this on TLOP

🐐🐐

Man of the year would go good on this

Alls my life I has to fight, nigga Alls my life I Hard times like, yah! Bad trips like, yah! Nazareth, I'm fucked up Homie, you fucked up But if God got us then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut But homicide be looking at you from the face down What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I know it's too late Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car? 40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar? Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I can see the evil, I can tell it I know when it's illegal I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero Thinkin' of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal Diggin' in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you In the presence of your chico ah! I don't talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all I rap, I black on track so rest assured My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know We been hurt, been down before, nigga When our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?" And we hate po-po Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga I'm at the preacher's door My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high I cross my heart and hope to die Lovin' me is complicated Too afraid of a lot of changes I'm alright and you're a favorite Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same Abusing my power full of resentment Resentment that turned into a deep depression Found myself screamin' in the hotel room I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me So I went runnin' for answers