Otis

It makes it easier, easier to bear You won't regret it, no, no Some girls, they don't forget it Love is their only happiness Squee-squee-squee (sounds so soulful, don't you agree?) Squeeze her, don't tease her Never leave here Uh, I invented swag Popping bottles, putting supermodels in the cab, proof I guess I got my swagger back, truth New watch alert, Hublot's Or the big-face Rollie I got two of those Arm out the window, through the city, I maneuver slow Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes Damn Yeezy and Hov, where the hell ya been? Niggas talking real reckless, stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em Now I'm 'bout to make them tuck they whole summer in They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again They ain't see me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week, I was in my other, other Benz Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain Photoshoot fresh, looking like wealth I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live from the Mercer Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya Flee in the G450, I might surface Political refugee, asylum can be purchased Uh, everything's for sale, I got five passports, I'm never going to jail I made "Jesus Walks", I'm never going to hell Couture-level flow, it's never going on sale Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain't 'customed to going through Customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off I'm done, I'll hit you up maña-, nah Welcome to Havana Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas Viva México, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Driving Benzes, with no benefits Not bad, huh? For some immigrants Build your fences, we digging tunnels Can't you see we getting money up under you? Can't you see the private jets flying over you? Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?" Jay is chillin' (uh), 'Ye is chillin' (uh) What more can I say? We killin' 'em Hold up, before we end this campaign As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change And pray that all of their pain be champagne Scream it Give it Scream it