[Part I]
[Intro: DeRay Davis]
Now beat that!
And your mother's saying "Go to college"
So you finish college and it's wonderful
You feel so good
And after all the partying and craziness
And don't forget about that drug habit you picked up at school being around your peers
Hey!
Now you'll get that 25-thousand dollar job a year
And you'll spend all your money on crack cocaine
But, it'll be YOUR money
No more borrowing from mom for my high!
So now you get your degree tattooed on your back
Cause you're so excited about it
If you continue to work at the Gap, after several interviews, oh my God
You'll come in at a entry-level position
And when you do that
If you kiss enough ass
You'll move up to the next level
Which is being the secretary's secretary
And boy is that great
You can take messages for the secretary
Who NEVER went to college
She's actually the boss's niece!
So now you're part of the family
You know what college does for you?
It makes you really smart, man
All you kids wanted to talk in the back of the class
Not me, I listened
Okay?
I was a hall monitor
This was meant to be
You know how many classes I took?
Extra classes, extra classes
No, I've never had sex
But you know what?
My degree keeps me satisfied
When a lady walks up to me and says
"Hey, you know what's sexy?"
No, I don't know what it is
But I bet I can add up all the change in your purse
Very fast
[Refrain: Choir]
Father, I stretch my hands to thee
No other help I know of
My Lord, my Lord!
My blessings, if I should tell them, Lord
As countless as the stars
My Lord, my Lord!
[Verse 1: Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir & Future]
My life, my joy
My face looks up to thee
'Cause you're the only power
That can save this for every day
You're the only power
That can save this world today, yeah
You're the only power
That can save this world 'day, yeah
You're the only power
That can-
Ohh, ohh, ohh, father...
If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi & Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe
Who can I turn to?
Nothin' unwanted
After all, who can I turn to?
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe
If I don't turn to you
Nothin' unwanted
No other help I know, I stretch my hands
[Chorus: Kanye West & Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir]
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na
Who can I turn to?
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na
After all, who can I turn to?
If I ever instigated, I am sorry
If I don't turn to you
Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I
No other help I know, I stretch my hands
[Verse 2: Kanye West & Kelly Price]
Now, if I f*ck this model
And she just bleached her as*h*le
And I get bleach on my T-shirt
I'ma feel like an as*h*le
I was high when I met her
We was down in Tribeca
She'll get under your skin if you let her
She'll get under your skin if you-uh
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna say nothin'
Everybody gon' say somethin'
I'd be worried if they said nothin'
Remind me where I know you from
She lookin' like she owe you some'n
You know just what we want
I wanna wake up with you in my...
I wanna wake up with you in my...
[Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir & Kelly Price]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe
Who can I turn to?
Beautiful mornin'
Nothin' unwanted
After all, who can I turn to?
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe
If I don't turn to you
Nothin' unwanted
No other help I know, I stretch my hands
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah (ooh, la-la)
Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah
Do you like foreplay? Ooh, yeah
Do you go both ways? I really need confirmation
Your love is abomination, f*cking you is like a bomb of nations
Area 51 in that pus*y, ah
The president 'bout to c*m in that pus*y, ah
I got mind control, I got di*k control
I reel 'em in for the fishing pole
I love legs like Robyn Fenty
Stretch them sh*ts like limo Bentleys
Catch them tits with an open mouth
The interview up outta that Oprah house
You know I love it when it's pokin' out
You know I'm thuggin' even in the drought, you know him
I f*ck around and crash a brand new Bugatti
In the mothaf*ckin' lobby so you know I'm in it better
Won't you kiss it, baby? Take a picture
I, I, I, I, I'm killin' em
Illuminati want my money and my body
Even Donny rollin' by me, looking aggravated that I made it
f*ck you and your mama, n*gga
I, I, I, I, I see the b*tch in them, I got the Benjamin
I got the dividend, I'm on my toes like Serena at the Wimbledon
Pie à la mode on a Monday for my woman-friend
I'm in the mode of a mortal man
I'm living in the orbit of deliverin'
Sex in a cathedral, empty, Grand Marnier that I reload, ten Gs
In the hallway, she a Leo, I'm a Gemini
Give me mine, genocide, kill 'em all, thirty times
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
Who can I make that them better right now?
Who, oh I know that'll make it better right now?
Who do I know that'll make 'em better right now?
Who do you know?
[Chorus: Kanye West]
I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I
I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I
If I ever instigated I, I
Tell me who will never related, I
[Part II]
[Intro: Desiigner]
This what they all been waitin' for
I guess so
They been waitin’ for this sh*t for a long time didn't they
I'ma give it everythin’ I got
Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner
Ayy I'm just feelin' my vibe right now
I'm feelin' myself
[Bridge: Desiigner & Future]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
(If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you)
[Verse 4: Desiigner & Kanye West]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
Stacks, oh
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Takin' all the stacks, oh
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Stacks, oh
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin' bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
b*tch n*gga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me
[Chorus: Kanye West & Desiigner]
I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (hey)
I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda)
Panda, panda, panda, panda
Takin' all the stacks, oh
Panda, panda, panda
Stacks, oh
Takin' all the stacks, oh
[Verse 5: Desiigner & Kanye West]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twist the dope, lean and sh*t, sippin' Fanta
Stacks, oh
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace, sh*t life Desiigner
Takin' all the stacks, oh
Whole bunch of lavish sh*t
They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' sh*t
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this sh*t
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killin' on camera
Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas
Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know n*ggas, they come and kill you on the camera
Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar for Grammy, b*tch pull up ya panty
Fill up I'ma flip it, I got b*tches pull up and they get it
I got n*ggas that's countin' for digits
Say you make you a lot of new money
Know some killas pull off and they in the Wraith
CTD, pull up in the killa Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank
n*ggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank
f*ck we gon' kill the bank, get it
I got broads, yea I get it
I get cards yea I sh*tted
This how I live it
Did it all for a ticket
Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gon' trend it
Jeff The Don doin' business
Zana Ray f*ckin' up sh*t and she doin' her business
I be gettin' to the chicken
Countin' to the chicken
And all of my n*ggas gon' split it
[Bridge: Desiigner]
Panda, Panda
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
[Verse 6: Kanye West & Desiigner]
Up in the mornin', miss you bad
Sorry I ain't call you back, same problem my father had
All this time, all he had, all he had
And what he dreamed, all his cash
Market crashed, hurt him bad
People get divorced for that
Dropped some stacks, pops is good
Mama passed in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Drivin' fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
'Member we all was broke
'Member I'm comin' back
I'll be takin' all the stacks, oh
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda
[Verse 7: Desiigner & Kanye West]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta
Stacks, oh
Credit cards and the scammers
Hittin' off licks in the bando
Takin' all the stacks, oh
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Stacks, oh
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Sellin' bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
b*tch n*gga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me