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Gorgeous (Feat. Raekwon & Kid Cudi)

Ain't no question if I want it, I need it

I can feel it slowly drifting away from me

I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying

I will never ever let you live this down, down, downNot for nothing I've foreseen it, I've dreamed it

I can feel it slowly drifting away from me

No more chances if you blow this, you bogus

I will never ever let you live this down, down, downPenitentiary chances, the devil dances

And eventually answers to the call of Autumn

All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'

Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin

Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums

Based off the way we was branded

Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon

And at the airport they check all through my bag and

Tell me that it's random

But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage

I need a happy ending and a new beginning

And a new fitted and some job opportunities that's lucrativeThis the real world, homie, school finished

They done stole your dreams, you dunno' who did it

I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS

I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?Ain't no question if I want it, I need it

I can feel it slowly drifting away from me

I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying

I will never ever let you live this down, down, downIs hip hop, just a euphemism for a new religion

The soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing

This is more than just my road to redemption

Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention

As long as I'm in Polo's smilin' they think they got me

But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me

I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me

If a nigga ain't running shootin' a jump or running a track meet

But this pimp is, at the top of mount Olympus

Ready for the World's game, this is my Olympics

We make 'em say ho cause the game is so pimpish

Choke a southpark writer with a fishstick

I insisted to get up offa this dick

And these drugs, niggas cant resist it

Remind me of when they tried to have Ali enlisted

If I ever one of the greatest nigga, I must have missed it!Ain't no question if I want it, I need it

I can feel it slowly drifting away from me

I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying

I will never ever let you live this down, down, downI need more drinks and less lights

And that American Apparal girl in just tights

She told the director she tryna get in a school

He said "take them glasses off and get in the pool"

It's been a while since I watched the tube

Cause like a crip said,

"I got way too many blues for any more bad news"

I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today

They rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday

And what's a black beetle anyway, a fucking roach

I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach

But God said I need a different approach

Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke

It ain't funny anymore try different jokes

Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, x and o

And kiss the ring while they at it,

do my thing while I got it

Play strings for the dramatic

Endening that wack shit

Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes

I ain't got it I'm coming after whoever who has it

I'm coming after whoever, who has it!?

You blowing up, that's good, fantastic

That y'all, its like that y'all

I don't really give a fuck about it at all

Cause the same people that tried to black ball me

Forgot about two things, my black ballsAin't no question if I want it, I need it

I can feel it slowly drifting away from me

I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying

I will never ever let you live this down, down, downAye yo

I don't cop Timbs, that's lived in lenses

Kid, Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots and Benz's

Counting up, smoking, one cuff

Live as a red Jag, a Louis bag, grabbing a blunt, fuck it

Steam about a hundred and one L's

Kites off the jails, buying sweats, running up in Stetson

Nigga hat game was special

It matched every black pair of Nike's

Throwing dice for decimals

The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head

Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead

Got made code red

Bent off the black skunk

The black dutch, back of the old shed

If you can't live, you dying

You give or buy in

Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding

Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan

Learn from others like your brothers Rae and KanyeNot for nothing I've foreseen it, I've dreamed it

I can feel it slowly drifting away from me

No more chances if you blow this, you bogus

I will never ever let you live this down, down, down

Songwriters

MIKE DEAN, GENE CLARK, JAMES MC GUINN, ERNEST WILSON, COREY TODD WOODS, MALIK YUSEF EL SHABA JONES, SCOTT MESCUDI, KANYE WESTPublished by

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