Kanye West - I Am A God Lyrics
:Damn, here we go againCommon passed on this beatI made it to a jamNow everything I'm not, made me everything I amDamn, here we go againPeople talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fanEverything I'm not, made me everything I amI'll never be picture-perfect Beyonce'Be light as Albi or black as ChaunceyRemember him from blackstreetHe was as black as the street wasI'll never be as laid back as this beat wasI never could see why people'll reach aFake-ass versad that they couldn't keep upYa see how I creeped up?Ya see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?I never rock a mink coat in a winter time like Killa CamOr rock some mink boots in the summertime likeLet me know if you feel it manCause everything I'm not, made me everything I amDamn, here we go againEverybody sayin' what's not for himEverything I'm not, made me everything I amDamn, here we go againPeople talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fanEverything I'm not, made me everything I amAnd I'm back to tear it upHaters, start your enginesI hear 'em gearin' upPeople talkin' so much shit about me at barbershopsThey forget to get their haircutOkay fair enough, the streets is flarin' upCause they want gun-talk, or I don't wear enoughBaggy clothes, Reebok's, or A-di-dosCan I add that he do spaz out at his showsSo say goodbye to the N-double-A-C-P awardGoodbye to the India Arie awardThey'd rather give me the nigga-please awardBut I'll just take the I-got-a-lot a-cheese awardDamn, here we go againEverything I'm not, made me everything I amDamn, here we go againPeople talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fanEverything I'm not, made me everything I amI know that people wouldn't usually rap thisBut I got the facts to back thisJust last year, Chicago had over six hundred casketsMan, killin's some wack shitOh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin'Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?He got changed over his chains, a block off AshlinI need to talk to somebody, pastorThe church want time, so I can't afford to payThe slip on the door, cause I can't afford to stayMy 15 seconds up, but I got more to sayThat's enough Mr. West, please no more todayDamn, here we go againEverybody sayin' what's not for himEverything I'm not, made me everything I amDamn, here we go againPeople talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fanEverything I'm not, made me everything I am
