[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
(I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
(I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for—, players, uh
(I was dreamin' of the past)
It's l—, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
(I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

[Verse 1: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you n***as ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' n***as on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin' (I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My n***as get money, get money, get money like Ye samplin' (I began to lose control)
Gun stutter, make the drumline like Grambling
MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion (I was dreamin' of the past)
Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"
Fuck who you stampin', them n***as just stand-ins (And my heart was beatin' fast)
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreamin' of the past)
[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh (And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"

[Outro: Kanye West]
Lord, help us