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Kanye West Now hold up, I ain't tryna stunt man But these yeezy's jumped over the jumpman Went from most hated to the new god flow I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know I'm living 3 dreams, biggie smalls, Dr. Kings, Rodney Kings Uh, cause 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 All money, you sold your soul Nah man, mad people was frontin' God damn, we made it here from nothing Picture worth your whole life, and it can't cut through That can mess up your whole life, like the 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 through 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 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 you Sunday service I got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon Did moses not part the water with the cane Did Noah make the arc when I made it rain Letras de cancionesDid yeezy not get signed by hov and dame And went to Jacob's and made the new Jesus chains In Jesus name, let the choir say I'm on fire ayy, that's what Richard Pryor say And we annihilate anybody that violate Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire ye' From Letras Mania