I Won (feat. Kanye West) - Future

Blazin, mi don't want dem Mi need dem Blazin Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated I am a god I am a god I am a god I am a god Hurry up with my damn massage Hurry up with my damn ménage Get the Porsche out the damn garage I am a god Even though I'm a man of God My whole life in the hands of God So y'all better quit playin' with God Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you Cause kissin' people ass is so unlike you The only rapper compared to Michael So here's a few hatin'-ass niggas who'll fight you And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what niggas might do Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they never liked you Pink-ass polos with a fuckin' backpack But everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin' Monop' in this bitch again, changed the climate Hop in this bitch and get the same thing I'm in Until the day I get struck by lightning I am a god So hurry up with my damn massage In a French-ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants I am a god I am a god I am a god AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH I just talked to Jesus He said, "What up, Yeezus?" I said, "Shit I'm chillin' Tryna stack these millions" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa, su casa That's our cosa nostra I am a god I am a god I am a god AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH AAAHHH Ain't no way I'm givin' up. I'm a god

Damn, here we go again Common passed on this beat, I made it to a jam Now 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'll never be picture-perfect Beyoncé Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey Remember him from Blackstreet? He was black as the street was I'll never be laid back as this beat was I never could see why people'll reach a fake-ass façade that they couldn't keep up You see how I creeped up? You see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah? I'll 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 gearing up People talk so much shit about me at barbershops They forget to get their hair cut Okay, fair enough, the streets is flaring 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 N, double-A, CP Award Goodbye to the India Arie Award They'd rather give me the N-Nigga Please Award But I'll just take the I Got a Lot of Cheese Award Damn, here we go again (yeah, baby) But everything I'm not, made me everything I am Damn, h-here we go again (yeah, baby) 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, killing'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 tithe, so I can't afford to pay Pink 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 (yeah, baby) People talkin' shit but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not, made me everything I am Yeah, baby Yeah, baby

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes