Underground Kingz

8 Million Ways to Die

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[Bridge: Kanye West]

Why, oh, why, why, why don't they like me? (Two, three, four)

'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas^✦ checks (Two, three, four)

But I'm the only^✦ nigga^✦ to ever^✦ check Nike

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Tyler, The Creator]

Richer^✦ than white people with black kids

Scarier than black people with ideas^✦ (Two, three, four)

Nobody^✦ can tell me where I'm headin'^✦ (Two, three, four)

But I feel like Michael Jordan,^✦ Scottie Pippen^✦ at my weddin'^✦ (Yeah)

They say I'm crazy,^✦ but that's the best thing goin' for me

You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady^✦ throwin' to me (Two, three, four)

I made a million^✦ mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em (Two, three, four)

I believe you like a fat trainer taking^✦ a bite of somethin'

I wanna^✦ turn the tanks to playgrounds

I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked^✦ me "Are you still down?" (Two, three, four)

Yeah, my nigga,^✦ it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on (Two, three, four)

I know they told they white daughters, "Don't bring home Jerome"^✦

I am the free nigga^✦ archetype (Woo)

I am the light and the beacon;^✦ you can ask the deacon^✦ (Ask the deacon)^✦

It's funny,^✦ when you get extra^✦ money^✦ (Two, three, four)

Every^✦ joke you tell just be extra^✦ funny^✦ (Yeah, yeah)

I mean, you can even^✦ dress extra^✦ bummy^✦

Cocaine,^✦ bathroom break, nose extra^✦ runny^✦ (Two, three, four)

And I gave you all I got, you still want extra^✦ from me (Woo) (Two, three, four)

Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me

And the Lexus^✦ pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped^✦ out, like wassup?

Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga,^✦ you suck

Hold up (Skrrt)

I studied the proportions^✦

Emotions^✦ runnin'^✦ at a Autobahn speed-level (Two, three, four)

Had a drink with fear, and I was textin'^✦ God (Two, three, four)

He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra^✦ hard", uh (Woo)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

For your boy

I'm tryna^✦ cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors

I'm watchin' "Freak and Geeks", got a trampoline^✦ in my room

Damn (Two, three, four)

[Part II]

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator & Lil Wayne]

Hold your fuckin'^✦ horses^✦

Niggas^✦ really^✦ fuckin'^✦ thought that T lost it

Like I bet it at a auction,^✦ been exhausted, I been workin'^✦

While y'all silly^✦ bros smoke like broken^✦ exhaust tips

Fuckin'^✦ losers^✦

Hold your fuckin'^✦ ponies,^✦ my homie

I'll whip your donkey^✦ by my lonely,^✦ I eat pussy^✦ like Shoney's, yeah (Yeah)

It's Tunechi, homie, Master^✦ of Ceremonies^✦

I knock 'em down, Domino^✦ effect, no pepperoni, I swear

It's them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys (Yeah)

For the nine-nine^✦ and two-thousand, but it's the two-thou' (Yeah)

And the one-four and the one-five, yo, what up, Wayne?

What up, Slime? Nigga,^✦ go hard

Yeah, I'ma^✦ go hard like before^✦ came

Got too much drive, need like ten lanes^✦

Life is a broad, and she give brain

That's that road head (Yeah), that's a dream car

Got a full tank of that same year I was born

That's that one-nine-nine-one, 'nother^✦ nigga^✦ like I, you won't find one

'Cause, nigga,^✦ I'm a god, a divine^✦ one (Two, three, four)

Tune

My trigger finger^✦ wise, but my .9 dumb (Yeah)

Middle finger^✦ blind, so it's fuck A-N-Y-one^✦ (Um)

Fuck, skate, and die, son, a hundred ways to die, son

I'm starin'^✦ at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump

Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up

Stakes^✦ are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up

I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time come

She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda,^✦ oh my goodness

Wayne, them bitches ugly,^✦ these niggas^✦ colder^✦ than Tommy^✦ buddy^✦

Ye, we hittin'^✦ models like Tony^✦ Parker^✦ be hittin'^✦ bottles

Bitch, I'm goin' harder^✦ than yellow^✦ cabbies^✦ stoppin' for Lionel^✦ (Black ass nigga)^✦

They be duckin'^✦ us niggas,^✦ shout out to Donald Sterling (Two, three, four)

Boy, let's get a scrimmage and cut some niggas,^✦ I'll bring the Clippers

And a couple owners^✦ that's kinda^✦ German,^✦ you bring the nooses^✦

And a couple trees, where the money^✦ grow and get bodies^✦ burnin'^✦

'Cause I'm tryna^✦ hang like I'm Mr. Cooper^✦ or Jews in Berlin^✦

Or some niggas^✦ from Alabama, Birmingham

My new music's all over^✦ the street like Erick^✦ Sermon^✦ was

Fuck us, maybe we should team up

Anti-Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either^✦

I'm a liar, I'm a faggot,^✦ ugh

Son, you need Jesus^✦

But I heard he left Sunset^✦ to go on tour with Yeezus,^✦ well (That's too harsh)

I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys^✦

And you pussies^✦ prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchini, I know

It ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame

Or lame, nor strange, nah, faggot,^✦ it's Golf Wang

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