[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Feeling better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say "Yes" too soon
Until you have a daughter; that's what I call karma
And you pray to God she don’t grow breasts too soon
Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up
N***as hats broke off, that's how we grow up
Why else you think shorties write rhymes? Just to blow up?
Get they first car and then, IRS show up
He ain't never had shit, but he had that nine
N***a come through flicking and he had that shine
Put two and two together and a little bad weather
Gon’ be your whole family on that funeral line
Asked thе reverend, "Was thе strip clubs cool?
If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?"
That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me