Marked for Deletion
NoNoNo
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

(Yeah) Treat the back seat like a sofa bed
Break bread with my n***as, call it profit share
This some good shit, but it get better
And yeah my bitch cold, n***a thin sweater
Like my verse suede and the beat leather
Just tryin' to stay above sea level
When my n***a went to jail, I said, "Free Gucci"
I done bought so much shit, I should get free Gucci
Bought my baby momma anaconda bags
I shouldn't have bought it all
I should've went and cut the grass
Snake ass n***as in my fuckin' face
Bring your girl here n***a so I could fuck her face
Yeah I run this place, this is cashmere swag
N***as treadmillin' goin' nowhere fast
Sittin' courtside at the Hawks game
Louis on, I could trip a fuckin' ball player

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

They said, thou shall not be ill, thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
N***as selling packs, n***as flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these n***as hot for real
Every year gon be our year, every year gon be my year
These n***as really is out here, these n***as really is out here
The block is at war, post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills, rob that CVS
N***as getting bust over "In God's We Trust"
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know 'em
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
[Outro: The-Dream]

I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home