Glenwood lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West]
Yeah
Okay
Ayy!

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Ayo, y'all n*ggas poppin' willy sh*t, let's see who really rich
Y'all ride the beat, I'm about to pop a wheelie, b*tch
Really, this, I came up with on some silly sh*t
Look how good it is! I'll show you who you dealin with
Y'all illy? I'm iller, I'm from Illi-noise
Yo, Big Sean, why don't you call your Chi-Town boys?
Show me where they at, I will destroy
About to f*ck somethin up, I might as well call the lawyer
G.O.O.D. Music run this b*tch? Yes, we do
I know you thinking, "Damn, I wish 'Ye would bless me, too"
In the booth, I use the restroom—it's best you...
Gon' head and kiss the Jesus piece 'cause I just blessed you, ugh
And holy water, odds against Ye, it's slaughter
Ever since I opened up that Midnight Marauders
Now it's gon be a problem like a brand new installment
From the late, great Mr. Christopher Wallace
They call us pompous; can I be honest?
Honestly, modesty wasn't ever in my policy
Apology accepted, you ain't say it? Should've said it
As soon as I did it, all that bullsh*t was deaded
[Hook: Big Sean & Kanye West]
(Get it?) Yup, yup, I get it
G.O.O.D. Music, b*tch, ain't nobody f*cking with it
And nah, nah, they can't really do it how we did it
It's G.O.O.D. Music, b*tch, ain't nobody f*cking with it

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
B.I.G. is, "Gee, whiz!" He is
Sure he would be the man, ever since a fetus
I know it's n*ggas prayin on my downfall and weak sh*t
But I'm never going downhill, even on ski trips
I am the D, come and make an observation
It seem like the murder rate is higher than the population
Damn! I bet you just as sweet as you look, b*tch
You are just Bushwick, I'm 8-foot-6
I'm so up-up on it like insomniacs
G.O.O.D. Music, man, 'Ye, where he find me at?
I'm so dominant, I'm so confident
That I'ma get a compliment on any f*cking continent
From freaks that's fine as sh*t, without this designer sh*t
Big business, respect my conglomerate
Girls get check, but my bank get check more
Whenever n*ggas check up, I'm who they check for
Or have a check for; Louie V sh*t
So much Damier print, f*ck around and play check-ors
And these rappers get critical damages
But I rap so good, it's no need for bandages
You the man in your city? Cool
When am I performing? Right after you
I'm sorry but you gone be ranked right after two
'Cause, I'm first place and second is my crew
So move, b*tch! Yeah