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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Background Vocals
John Legend
John Legend
Background Vocals
Ahmad Jamal
Ahmad Jamal
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
John Roger Stephens
John Roger Stephens
Songwriter
Thomas Bell
Thomas Bell
Songwriter
Linda Creed
Linda Creed
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Taylor Dow
Taylor Dow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Jared Robbins
Jared Robbins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Common
Common
Executive Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Ric McRae
Ric McRae
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

They say, "What's happenin'?" We say the facts and if, they lie We comin' back for them They might say but they don't know They say, they say They don't know They say a nigga lost his mind But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme The thin line between love and hatred I'm the black pill in the Matrix, the saturated life They say life is what you make it So I wait quick on a spaceship so I can take it As high as the stakes get when paper get low I be tellin' Derick, "Tell Cara get us a show" Little Com, I make righteous bitches get low The richest man ain't necessarily the nigga with dough They say, "You ripped, wow" yeah, that's what they say My niggas couldn't tell it was me, like Jamie in Ray Paintin' a day, with focused crime, broads, and good wine They say, "Dope is sour so it's homework and hood crimes" I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye They never could say tell 'em, J They say, "What's happenin'?" We say the facts and if, they lie We comin' back for them They might say but they don't know They say, they say They don't know Ah, the sweet taste of victory Go 'head and breath it in like antihistamine I know they sayin', "Damn, Ye snapped with this beat" Fuck you expect? I've got a history Groupie love now, gotta be them wheels Haters back down, gotta be that steel I know they can't wait 'til ya outta ya deal Look how they did D'Angelo ask him, "How do it feel?" My best friends worry 'bout me 'Cause they know when you famous And you had made cash the media aims at us and you be up so high If you ever fall off, it feel like a plane crash But God don't ever give me nothin' I can't handle So please don't ever give me records I can't sample So I could vacate where it ain't no channels But it's quite okay for a gangsta to wear sandals They say 'cause of the fame and stardom I'm somewhere in between the church and insane asylum I guess it's messin' with my health then And this verse so crazy when I finish I'm just gon' check myself in again They say, "What's happenin'?" We say the facts and if, they lie We comin' back for them They might say but they don't know They say, they say They don't know They say, "Dude think he righteous" I write just to free minds, from Stoney to Rikers Amongst the lifeless, in a world crazy as Mike is On my paper, whether it's weed or Isis They say, "Life is a game", so I play hard Writin' for my life 'cause I'm scared of a day job They say, "Sef kept the hood together" I tell the young, "We can't play the hood forever" Play my cards right, they say I went to left They showed me strange love, like I was Mr. F Played chess in this game of, pawns and knights Now I claim king like Don, or Frank White They say my life is comparable to Christ The way I sacrificed, and resurrected, twice They say, "The crochet pants and the sweater was wack" Seen the corner, now they say, "That nigga's back", uh They say, "What's happenin'?" We say the facts and if, they lie We comin' back for them They might say but they don't know They say, they say They don't know
Writer(s): Kanye West, John Roger Stephens, Thomas Randolph Bell, Linda Epstein, Lonnie Rashid Lynn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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