text: Let me get em, Ye
  They gon hate on a young nigga anyway
  They only call me when they havin bills to pay 
  Aint nobody ask me how I feel today
  I think about it and get in my feelings, Ye
  Wanna use me, they think Im stupid
  Shit that they put out is very confusing
  Feel like the media tryna abuse me
  Yall wanna crucify me, huh? 
  She a God-fearin woman, but back that ass up
  Juvenile in 99, now Im tryna find peace, have to find a god
  Aint been havin good sleep since my father died
  Know our feelings are focused, I thought you know this
  When theres prophets and mothеrfuckin poets
  You aint got the mind to picture what my flow is
  Im straight from thе bottom, nigga, where the floor is
  Went straight through the roof, like a nigga forgot where the door is 
  Tryna make some shoes with YEEZY and Billion Dollar Baby clothing
  They think cause we black, we supposed to hide our feelings and its over
  Nah, nigga, fuck that
  She let me fuck after church on a Tuesday
  Dont got a ring, but she gave me that coochie
  Dont know how to make secular music
  I hope Ye like it, I hope he still use it
  I aint fuckin with niggas, Im Gucci
  They crumble in controversy, I be coolin 
  Your chest beatin, lemme feel your heart
  They might say I didnt, but I did my part
  I never gave a fuck how niggas feel
  And this damn sure aint the day Im finna start
  Ye sent the beat that I could pick apart
  Right now in this song, we at the minute mark
  I walk down for a minute long
  Put the top down, know Im strapped with that glizzy
  Aint even mean to go get in my feelings
  This is a powerful song, I can feel it
  She dont got on drawers but she know all the scriptures
  He could teach me the word, Ill never forget it
  Forgive me and her, its a time for repentin
  And it clap like, Amen, from the back when I hit it
  Im black, Im so black, Im so black they can feel it
  Paid three million cash in my taxes on Wednesday
  The government, Im payin them millions to
  They dont care about niggas when white people kill em
  Boy, we wasnt never no joke, nah, nah, nah
  Say I got the same flow, ha, ha, ha
  Like they say in New York, nigga, Ah, ah, ah
  And everybody judgin me, yall not God
  Overthrow, send the drones in
  All the maneuvers, feelin closed in
  I dont need to strike back, I let God fight my battles
  Aint strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at? 
  If one more person call me and ask me, Whats wrong with Ye?
  Thats a grown man, I cant tell him what he can and cant say
  Never been a yes-man, so I dont feel like I have to explain
  F yall niggas, ex-drug dealer, ex-ball player, X Games 
  Goin down like Aspen, diamonds in the watch like Aspirin 
  From the clay like Cassius, ride the beat, the seat-belt fastened 
  Nah, nah, nah, nah, Johnny Gill, My, My, My 
  Use a diamond chain for a tie, had a connect before Wi-Fi 
  Keep her on her toes, ballet , gotta stick to Cali 
  Hard to park this in valet , if you aint first, you last place 
  Aint tryna brag but Im straight 
  I caught a case fore I caught a cold
  This a Rolls Royce, I dont drag race
  If rap dont work, Ill buy a stove
  If rap dont work, Ill buy a scale
  Make em nervous, start bitin nails
  Served em folks upstairs and downstairs, clientele on clientele
  Spend a thirty in YSL, shawty thick, she a Clydesdale
  Im at Esco, double park in front of the firehouse and Im fire as hell 
  Boy, we wasnt never no joke, nah, nah, nah 
  All summer, murder he wrote, nah, nah, nah
  Who they talkin bout? Nah, nah, nah 
  Doin everythin they didnt allow, nah, nah
  Overthrow, send the drones in
  All the maneuvers, feelin closed in
  I dont need to strike back, I let God fight my battles
  Aint strapped with a TEC, laid it down, now where they at?