href=”//www.xxlmag.com/author/zoejohnson/” rel=”author” title=”Zoe Johnson”>Zoe JohnsonPublished: March 24, 2021Sotheby’s (2)

From the outside looking in, the sneaker buying game is a tough business with bots—automated software that allows people to quickly purchase limited footwear—eating up Nikes premiere shoe-selling app SNKRS. Then, there are resell platforms that hike up shoe prices to more than three or four times their original value. And recently, Sotheby's auction house announced that they're offering up some coveted pairs of Jordan sneakers that rappers have collaborated with to the highest bidder, which will cost a grip as well.

After the success of selling hip-hop memorabilia and collectables, Sotheby's—the same auction house that sold The Notorious B.I.G. crown from the rapper's legendary "King of New York" photoshoot in 1997, which Jay-Z and Beyonce are rumored to have bought for nearly $600,000—announced on Wednesday (March 24) that they will be selling rare sneakers from partnerships with Nike/Jordan and rappers like Eminem, Travis Scott, Kanye West, Drake and DJ Khaled.

The Nike Air Jordan IV Retro Eminem x Carhartt, Nike Air Jordan IV Retro Travis Scott Purple, Nike Air Jordan IV Retro Eminem Encore with Marshall Mathers signed card, Nike Air Yeezy 2 Mismatch sample signed by Kanye West, Nike Air Jordan IV Retro Eminem Encore, Nike Air Jordan IV Retro Eminem Encore StockX version, Nike Air Jordan III Retro Father of Asahd and Nike Air Jordan III Retro "Another One" are all up for auction with bids ranging between $15,000 and $26,000 so far.

With bidding for these sneakers coming to a close on March 29, most of the bids have neared their projected selling rate.

For the most part, it seems like sneaker heads' success in regards to snagging limited-edition trainers at the shoe's original retail price is an art. Meanwhile, others are left spending hundreds and sometimes thousands to get their hands on rare sneakers.

Check out the bids for these rare sneakers on the Sotheby's website here and check out the kicks below.

See Eminem, Travis Scott, Kanye West and DJ Khaled Sneakers Selling on Sotheby's

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href=”//www.xxlmag.com/author/cvernoncoleman/” rel=”author” title=”C. Vernon Coleman II”>C. Vernon Coleman IIPublished: March 20, 2021Kanye West via YouTube

2010-era Kanye West was in his bag.

That year, he released what some consider his best album, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, which features among many fan favorites, the posse cut, "Monster," with Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj and Bon Iver. While not the huge hit for 'Ye—it peaked at No. 18 on the Billboard Hot 100—"Monster" is lauded for its star power whom all came through on each verse. Most notably, Nicki Minaj who many claim bodied everyone else on the track. Curiously, Kanye had to be convinced to keep the song on the album or there is a chance we never got to hear this beast unleashed.

Check out the lyrics to Kanye West's "Monster" featuring Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj and Bon Iver below.

INTRO: Justin Vernon
I shoot the lights out
Hide 'til it's bright out
Oh, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

VERSE ONE: Rick Ross
Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker
Fat muthafucker, now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West samples, here's one for example

CHORUS: Kanye West
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin'' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands

VERSE TWO: Kanye West
Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh
Less talk, more head right now, huh
And my eyes more red than the devil is
And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch
Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this
Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists
And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit
Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit
I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain
Bought the chain that always give me back pain
Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent
Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial
If you wanna make your number one your number two now"
Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah"
Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style
Know that muthafucker, well, what you gon' do now?
Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now
Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now
Think you muthafuckers really really need to cool out
'Cause you'll never get on top of this
So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus
Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my ass

CHORUS: Kanye West & Jay-Z
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert (Yeah)
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands

VERSE THREE: Jay-Z
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
Question, what do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is
None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen
I still hear fiends scream in my dreams
Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I
Rape and pillage your village, women and children
Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is
Love, I don't get enough of it
All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers
All I see is these niggas I made millionaires
Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air
All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs
Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins
I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up

CHORUS: Kanye West
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands

VERSE FOUR: Nicki Minaj
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains
Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
'Cause that's what a muthafuckin' monster do
Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't
So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
But my features and my shows 10 times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out
Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them titties when I sign it
That's how these niggas so one-track-minded
But really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K
"Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake"
"She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake
And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play
Just killed another career, it's a mild day
Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday
Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Ah, I'm a muthafuckin' monster

OUTRO: Justin Vernon & Charlie Wilson
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Headed home)
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No)
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Head home)
I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight)
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home

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href=”//www.xxlmag.com/author/awoods/” rel=”author” title=”Aleia Woods”>Aleia WoodsPublished: January 5, 2021Juan Ocampo, Getty Images

UPDATE (Jan. 5):

Following reports of a divorce for Kanye West and Kim Kardashian, TMZ published an article this evening (Jan. 5) claiming that the couple are actually seeking marriage counseling. However, a separation is still in the cards.

Sources told the tabloid outlet that a divorce has been looming over the celebrity couple since the latter part of 2020, but Kim and Kanye remain somewhat hopeful about working things out. Kim reportedly did feel she was ready to officially call it quits, but felt it would be "cruel" to do so while Yeezy was battling a bipolar episode last year.

Kanye has been residing in Wyoming while Kim and their four children—North, Saint, Chicago and Psalm—are in Calabasas, Calif.

ORIGINAL STORY:

A new report has surfaced claiming that Kanye West and Kim Kardashian are ready to file a legal separation.

According to Page Six on Tuesday (Jan. 5), the couple's marriage is reportedly coming to an end with multiple sources telling the outlet that Kim has hired divorce attorney, Laura Wasser.

One source said, "They are keeping it low-key but they are done. Kim has hired Laura Wasser and they are in settlement talks. Kim got Kanye to go up there [Wyoming] so they could live separate lives and quietly get things sorted out to separate and divorce. She’s done."

"Now this divorce is happening because Kim has grown up a lot," the insider continued. "She is serious about taking the bar exam and becoming a lawyer, she is serious about her prison reform campaign. Meanwhile, Kanye is talking about running for president and saying other crazy shit, and she’s just had enough of it.”

On another note, a different source has reportedly claimed that Kanye doesn't like the Kardashian's and Jenner's lavish reality TV lifestyles. "Is completely over the entire family… He wants nothing to do with them," the anonymous person said.

Last July, speculation about the impending divorce began to circulate online after Kanye West made anti-abortion comments and claimed Harriet Tubman didn't free slaves during his first presidential campaign rally at the Exquis Event Center in North Charleston, S.C. on July 19, 2020. During that same rant, ’Ye admitted to planning to abort his and Kim's firstborn child, North.

That same month, shortly after taking that controversial stance, Kanye West went on Twitter and suggested he was the one planning to end his six-year marriage with Kim. Kanye claimed he was enraged by Kim meeting with Meek Mill at a hotel to discuss prison reform.

Long before reports that Kim and Kanye no longer wished to continue with their relationship, rumors began to emerge suggesting the rapper and reality TV star were living separate lives. However, in December, PEOPLE magazine shared an exclusive report, which claimed  that Kimye was still married despite divorce rumors.

Kim Kardashian and Kanye West tied the knot back in May of 2014.

XXL has reached out to a rep for Kanye West and Kim Kardashian for a comment.

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[Chorus]
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit

[Verse]
Think I found the love of my life (Where she at?)
In a bottle, in a bottle
Codeine up in my Sprite
Baby bottle, baby bottle
I’m lookin’ at my future like, Hi, Hey!
You look so bright (bling, bling)
The VVS on my wrist, so ice (bling, bling)
But somethin’ in my chest don’t feel right
Somethin’ in my chest don’t feel too good
Thought I left my heartbreak in my old hood
Ex bitch in my phone, up to no good
Ole gold diggin’ bitch you know you ain’t gettin’ no goods
I ain’t really feelin’ too good
The pills make me feel too good
I know you want me no more
So I put my heart on the floor
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch

[Chorus]
I’ma have a party tonight, go tell your friends bitch
You ain’t gettin’ money, then you ain’t gettin’ in bitch
Leave the heartbreak, at the crib bitch
Come to L.A., I can show you how I live bitch
Bet I get Wetter Wet, like a cruise ship
She been flexin’ hard on my name, Terry Crews shit
No more parties in L.A., Kanye West shit
She do Codeine with Cocaine, that’s the best shit


[Intro: Louis Prima]
Down the chimney, he will come
With his great big smile
And you’ll find that even the kiddies
Are swingin’ in the latest style
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringing?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
It feels so good it should cost
Bought an alligator, I ain’t talkin’ Lacoste
Made me say, “ooh, uh”
Like I’m mixing Master P and Rick Ross (uh,uh)
She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh,uh)
She said I’m in the wrong hole, I said I’m lost (uh,uh)
She said I’m going too fast, I’m exhausted
Now drop to your knees for the offerin’
This the theme song, oh something wrong
Might need a intervention for this new dimension
That’s too new to mention, offer it in a sentence
If I get locked up, I won’t finish the sent-

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Laughter]

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Gettin’ loose while I’m on the deuce, see me roll up
What you surfin’ the coast, and I spend it, I got
Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey we off
For the light that got us home, we in the moment oh oh
Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had
What’s the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had
She been on me boy, unless you got something to tell
Sittin’, waitin’ for me slippin’, yeah I’ll see you in hell
Tell the cougar get up off me, no my soul ain’t for sale
All the evils in the world I keep it on me for real
I really hope the Lord won’t hurt me, we all live in sin
Kids see ghost of the Rolls, Ric Flair on your bitch
Now this the theme song, this the theme song
The put the beams on, get your, get your dream on
But you don’t hear me though, drama: we let it go
Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]
Just do that and then let the music do something, then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—


[Hook]
I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)

[Verse 1]
Here’s the thing about last night. Wasn’t really even that high.
Chain glowing in the black light, i’ll put you on if you act right.
Fresh to death nigga that’s right?
Next to best, when I flex I ten to step on the next guy’s, neck and let em see the rest die.

I…… I
Go extra hard like dinosaurs.
When I sketch the bar from my spinal cord.
Since I set the bar, don’t wanna rhyme no more.
It feel like he don’t wanna be alive no more

That what Kanye West made ” God Flow for.
All dope lines like pablo’s store.
Got the squad in here if you guys want war
Shotgun shells on my condo floor cuz

[Hook]
I Don’t wanna get high no more (Hook – x times -)


Hey
Goddamn, goddamn
Hey (God)
Hey
Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Every time you see me, I’m in go mode
Niggas ain’t ’bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
When I drop a few niggas is goin’ ghost
You gassed up thinkin’ we go toe-to-toe
Ay, I’m bout to go Kanye West on niggas
You know care less if I upset some niggas
Hey, supposedly I’ve been in debt with niggas
Fuck ’em, I ain’t writing out no check for niggas
My lawyer check them niggas, said don’t sweat them niggas
Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
He talkin’ wild, I said objection, nigga
You a lame, get up out my section, nigga
Hey, he throwin’ shade, I don’t play fetch with niggas
Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas
Don’t need attention, just respect from niggas
Oh no, all I really need is, need is
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
No way, that’s okay, that’s okay
Oh, I come a long way
Yeah and it’s been a while since I clocked in
Came out on top and shawty tell me I’m poppin’
Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
When these niggas start wildin’, yeah, you the one that I think of
And God, he the only one thing keepin’ you niggas from gettin’ sprayed up
For my daughter, I’m gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
You got money problems, I’m sorry (hey)
Ain’t no money problems ever stop me (never)
I just treat a prayer like a hobby
And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Ay, yeah, I heard
They talkin’ crazy on the block still
I ain’t on the block no more, I’m in the hills
Just checked the temperature, I’m hot still
Ridin’ 65, I’m on them hot wheels
The flow way when I’m sauced up
I got my money right last year, I bossed up
Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain’t cost much
Fake friends, they gon’ say we lost touch
Strangers, they gon’ say I switched up
Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah
Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
Light skin, I call ’em my honey dip, yeah
Niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
On my black, I just flex that’s how I feel, yeah
Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
Ay, jump inside the Benz truck
I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
Or a SLS, gotta pick one
Get my bitch one
And she at the crib, yeah, doin’ sit ups
And she tryna get fit for a young nigga
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
I’m just tryna get rich, double up figures
Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
She a down ass bitch
Down, down, down, down, down


He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to God he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this craziness going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible


I’m tryna keep my faith
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need it
You know we need it
You know we need it
That’s why we need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything (Thing, thing, thing)

I’m tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war
I’m tryna keep my faith

So why send oppression not blessings?
Why, oh why’d you do me wrong? (More)
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strong
(To save) Don’t have much strength to fight
So I look to the light
(War) To make these wrongs turn right
Head up high, I look to the light
Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

When they come for you, I will shield your name
I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
No one can judge
They don’t, they don’t know
They don’t know
Foot on the Devil’s neck ’til it drifted Pangaea
I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap, the bam
Tryna snap photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her
You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
He said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain’t one gosh darn part you can’t tweet
This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part, nobody else speak
This little light of mine
Glory be to God, yeah
I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats
Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end if I’m too late for the intro
Ugh, I’m just having fun with it
You know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head
Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
Ugh, cause they’ll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at lil Chano from 79th

We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything

I’m tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war

Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough
This prayer’s for everybody that feels like they’re too messed up
For everyone that feels they’ve said "I’m sorry" too many times
You can never go too far when you can’t come back home again
That’s why I need
Faith, more, safe, war


[Verse 1]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing, this happens every other night
They see him comin’, they like, "wassup cuz?"
He in his uniform from Target so they sayin’ he’s a blood
They know he ain’t bangin’, they do it for entertainment
Let off a couple shots and they all start to chase him
Heart racin’, ’round the corner then he trip
That’s when he felt the chrome to his head and heard the click

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 2]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is this week it happened twice
This time the eses, bald head and tattoos
Mad ’cause he datin’ they cousin and he a black dude
Hopped in they Regal, they chased him down Pico
He tried to hide in the crowd amongst the other people
High off sherm so they don’t give a shit
They rolled down the window and emptied the whole clip

[Pre-Chorus]
And every day he puts his backpack on
His headphones in and he plays that song
And now he doesn’t feel so alone
Walkin’ out the door, he pray to god he make it home
And he just want to make it home
A young black man tryna make it on his own
All this crazy that’s going on
He’s just trying to survive but they saying that he’s wrong

[Bridge]
We in the struggle where the strong kill the strong
Bodies dropping in the ghetto all night long
Can’t seem to find a way for us all to get along
It’s like they the new Marvin Gaye, what’s goin’ on?

[Chorus]
So God bless Kanye West
And every other brother of color that’s under stress
They wanna make you feel like you are less
Even though you didn’t make it, gotta deal with this mess
Hold your head, and always do your best
It’s a long race, you gotta pace your steps
And remember that you are blessed
It’s because God loves us that he puts us to the test

[Verse 3]
He’s running for his life
The fucked up thing is tonight is the black and white
They rolled up and told him, "freeze, don’t run!"
And that might sound easy, but you see he’s got a gun
You know he ain’t tryna be on no tough shit
But every single night he was tired of gettin’ fucked with
He dropped the gun and it let off a shot
So they returned fire as he ran down the block
This is a story with three different plots
In any of the three the hero could’ve been shot
Who really did the shooting don’t matter a whole lot
Either way a young man was gunned down on his block
And now he laying in the hospital
After all these years of dodging so many obstacles
It don’t matter if I tell you who’s responsible
It sucks that we’re living in a world where this is possible


[Intro: Yo Gotti, Big Sean (Kanye West) & 2 Chainz]
(Yeah) Castro
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & Kanye West]
EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs
I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
Hit your bitch in the A loft
Hair cool but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Medellín, Pablo
Money bags, Wells Fargo
Call my driver, where the car go?
100 thousand in my cargo
I get dope by the cargo
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so big, they amazed
Still thuggin’, they amazed
Put me on a track with ‘Ye
In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
In the trenches with the Js
Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
They record everythin’ we say

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo, honcho
My life like Pablo
Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
They’ll treat me like Fabio
Off white like shell toes
Stick to the money, velcro
Standin’ on the top row
Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
I be standin’ in the field with the fire
So many onions in the trap, make me cry
My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
Ridin’ round with extendo
Ridin’ round with extendo
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
Niggas shootin’ out the window
Niggas shootin’ at your window
Yeah, you better keep your head low
Feds watchin’, better lay low

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Anti lame nigga
Take your girl like a pain killer
Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
Look like a train hit her
Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
AKA, it’s your Highness
I don’t know if she got a snort habit
Or the bitch got sinus
Pyrex tried to sign us
Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
Got a red stove and a gold fork
Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
Told shawty, you a minus
And I say it out of kindness
Cuban links change the climate
Dick tall, she can climb it
Sold so many damn bags
I coulda went dimin’
Watch wristband diamond
On my neck look diamond
Simon said, nigga start takin’ my shit
Nigga, start rhymin’
4 rings like an Audi
Hotel suite, cloudy

[Hook: Yo Gotti, Kanye West & Quavo]
Cubans on me like I’m Castro
Hit your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon’ snort her whole damn face off


Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

I just wanted you to know

Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know


[Intro: Rihanna + Kanye West]
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

[Hook: Rihanna + Swizz Beatz]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She be Puerto Rican day parade wavin’
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

[Hook: Rihanna]
I just wanted you to know

[Bridge: Sister Nancy + Swizz Beatz]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro: Nina Simone]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know