The Producer

And they all lived happily ever after And they all lived happily And they all lived And they all grew up You can find me in the darkness Layin' tracks just like a railroad Oswald, Versace, Vivianne, you get the message I designed them beats like Alexander threads them dresses (Ah-mmm) I be workin' on the Sunday Mama told me that's a God day I'm just tryna eat, yeah, I'm just tryna get a ticket God bless the sin, and no rest for the wicked (Ah-mmm) Man, they can't tell me nothing (Ayy-ayy) Fuck yeah, I been on my grind, yeah One, two (Yeah-yeah) Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (No, no) Paid my dues and I did my time Yes, I did (Oh) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Now I Sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when is Father gonna take me right back up to the sky? 'Cause it's been too long Paintin' this picture Watchin' paint dry I'm the producer Watchin' these Spielbergs fly (Ah-mmm) All these Goslings (All these Goslings) With Hollywood smiles (Hollywood smiles) And I'm just the producer (The producer) Tryna make a headline (Ah-mmm) I be livin' with the phantom He be holdin' me for ransom Tryna climb the ladder, I'm just hopin' and a-wishin' Money and the power, they don't come without ambition (Ah-mmm) Mother hung them baby pictures up (Ah-mmm) I was destined for some shit But now I'm lookin' at the cuckoo clock I'm countin' all them digits Made some plans for life but now he's actin' like a bitch Well I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonderin' when the Father up in Heaven gon' give me my piece of the pie 'Cause it's been too long