[Hook: Kanye West & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Hey hey hey hey
Don't say you will
You will, you will
Hey hey hey hey (Okaay!)
Please say you will (hahah, yeah)
For real (Ay, ay)
I pray you will (ay)

[Verse 1]
And they say don't say it 'less you mean it
Back when I was young
I said "I will be the one", people said they couldn't see it
But on the other hand, there was some saying I be this
N***a on top, soon as you say I'm defeated
T-Pain, they saying they couldn't believe it
Funny 'cause now they say the same thing when they see me
The way I spit you would say I was bulimic
And this beat so hard, I had to say I did a remix
N***as hate, they don't say it but they think it
When you lame, I can't hear what you saying when you speaking
Another plane, my mother saying "get some sleep in"
I can't, I'm living out what others saying they dream is
Now the hoes say that I'm conceited
'Cause they wanna give me brains, and I say that I don't need it
I'm getting paid and paying so much attention
To what radios playing and what they saying in meetings
I ain't saying I'm that deep in
But I'm saying I got my feet in
In a year they gon' say I'm Michael Phelps
And you gon' think to yourself, before you jump in that deep end
It was said that my city sleeping
Out of state, I had to say what that P meant
"I put on" like Kan' said on that Jeezy
Come to where I live, the kids say I'm like He-Man
Doing everything that you say I can't
Not a stroke of luck, player, you can say I plan
Tired of saying shit to make these n***as understand
So I'll be everything that you say I am
Very strange, yes
You n***as too plain, I'm a Taylor Gang Jet
And my lane's left, I talk money so I save breath
And n***as say I'm lucky, I say that I'm blessed
[Interlude]
Every goddamn day
Yeah, and I work hard too
You know, I ain't just pop up out of nowhere
Been doing this shit
Hahahah
T-G-O-D Boiii
Yeah
(Matter of fact... Okay)

[Verse 2]
Hundreds on the mattress, twenties on the floor
Kids with dirty handguns posted by the door
When I was 14 they used to send me to the store
To bring back blunts, now I'm the one rollin' up
Speakers bump, iPhone plug-in for my truck
E. Knievel, showing you n***as how to stunt
I mess up flows like waves and potholes
West Coast, I fuck hoes and eat Roscoes
Got gold with diamonds in it
All the finest linen
Versace, City tryna lock me (Hahahaha)
That's my Biggie flow right there
I dunno if y'all caught that but that's that Biggie flow though

[Outro]
Yeah, bitch!
Khalifa man, '09 star year
Got what you need right here, boy
Quit tryna be somebody and be yourself
Yeah (Hahaha)
And um... I don't know
Just look out for the next one
Bitch