Verse ( West)
Hey eh I'm known for running my I will not be for what comes out uh I don't know I might of it I was kinda and light-headed My jacket kinda fresh, red-ed And as usual my pants threaded It seem everybody dress tight now And I just want my get it twisted or dreaded I am the king and not be-headed To the mall no time soon Being broke made my hurt So I need the bread or an only get my engine revvin' While y'all on ten, I'm on I'mma make the news, be on at Matter fact, I'm on this second I'm in first and y'all in And verse only add to the freshness Call to the club, tell 'em add to the list What you think? Way bitches? I can be to big for my britches Y'all fuckas know who this is I'm gifted, Christmas... Merry
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed pens And I got my Whatever comes, I'll it down So me out And shoot me With in hand stand against the test of time
(Santogold)
You don't my mind Like I a thousand times I try to stay Know what I'm for I you to your talk Never seen my kind And you're all so headed and I know I led it Part of me won't me Won't let me not say shit So much to be bored with Can't be still, I can't it Try to hold it in but it me sick So I spit it out, say the with it I it and I build it tall a way for when it falls
(Lykke Li and Santogold)
I'm armed with And I got my comes, I'll write it down So me out And me down With mics in stand against the test of time
I'm armed with And I got my comes, I'll write it down So me out And shoot me mics in hand We'll stand the test of time