Kanye West Follow

La la la la
Wait til I get my money right

I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke I spent that on a necklace
I told God I'd be back in second
Man, it's so hard not to act reckless
To whom much is given much is tested
Get arrested guessin' til he get the message
I feel the pressure, under the scrutiny
And What I do? Act more stupidly
Bought more jewelry, more Louis V
My momma couldn't get through to me
The drama, people suin' me
I'm on TV talking like its just you and me
I'm just sayin' how I feel, man
I ain't one of Cosbys,I ain't go to Hill, man
I guess the money shoulda changed him
I guess I shoulda forgot where I came from

La la la la
Wait til I get my money right
La la la la
Then you can't tell me nuthin' right
Excuse me, was you sayin' somethin'?
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nuthin'
(Ha-ha), You can't tell me nuthin'
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nuthin'

Let out the suicide doors,
This is my life, homie, you decide yours
I know that Jesus died for us,
But I couldn't tell you who decide wars
So I parallel double park that mutha fucka sideways
Old folks talkin bout "Back in my day..."
But homie this is my day
Class started two hours ago
Oh, am I late?
No, I already graduated
And you can live through anything if Magic made it
They say I talk with so much emphasis
Oooh they so sensitive
Don't ever fix your lips like collagen
To say somethin'. Where you gonna end up?
College in.
Let me know if it's a problem
Aight man, holla then.

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Let the champagne splash
Let that man get cash
Let that man get past
You don't even stop to get gas
If he can move through the rumors
He can drive offa fumes, cuz
How he move through a room full of "No"s?
How he stay faithful in a room full of hos?
Must be the pharos, He in-tune with his soul
So when he buried, in a tomb full of gold
Treasure, what's your pleasure?
Life is a bitch dependin' how you dress her.
So if the Devil Wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada
I'm in between, but way more fresher
With way less effort
'Cause when you try hard
Is when you die hard
Your homies lookin' like "Why God"
When they reminisce over you, my God

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