Kanye West – I Am A God scritto da admin 19 Gennaio 2016 Oh oh ohoo. damn, here we go again. Oh oh ohoo. Common passed on this beat, i made it to a jam, now everything im not, made me everything i am. damn, here we go again. people talkin’ shit, but when the shit hit the fan everything im not, made me everything i am. I never be picture-perfect-[[Beyoncé]] Be light as Al B. or black as Chauncey Remember him from [[Blackstreet]] He was as black as the street was I’ll never be laid back as his beat was I never could see why people’ll reach a Fake-ass facade that they couldn’t keep up Y’see how I creeped up? Y’see how I played a big role in Chicago like [[Queen Latifah]]? I never rock a mink coat in the winter time like Killa Cam Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like [[will.i.am]] Let me know if you feel it man Cause everything I’m not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again. everybody sayin’ what’s not for him but everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again. people talkin’ shit, but when the shit hit the fan everything I’m not, made me everything I am and i’m back to tear it up haters, start your engines I hear ‘em gearin’ up people talk so much shit about me at barbershops they forget to get they haircut okay fair enough, the streets is flarin’ up cause they want gun-talk, or I don’t wear enough baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di-dos can I add that he do spaz out at his shows so say goodbye to the NAACP award goodbye to the In-di-a Arie award they’d rather give me the ni-nigga-please award but I’ll just take the I-got-alotta-cheese award damn, here we go again. but everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again. people talkin’ shit, but when the shit hit the fan everything I’m not, made me everything I am I know people wouldn’t usually rap this but I got the facts to back this just last year, Chicago had over 600 caskets man, killin’s some wack shit oh, I forgot, ‘cept for when niggas is rappin’ do you know what it feel like when people is passin’? he got changed over his chains, a block off Ashland I need to talk to somebody, pastor the church want tithes, so I can’t afford to pay the slip on my door, cause I can’t afford to stay my 15 seconds’ up, but I got more to say That’s enough Mr. West, please no more today damn, here we go again. everybody sayin’ what’s not for him but everything I’m not, made me everything I am damn, here we go again. people talkin’ shit, but when the shit hit the fan everything I’m not, made me everything I am