The Throne - Otis Lyrics
It makes it easier, easier to bear, you won't regret itNo, girl they won't forget it, love is their homeHappiness yeah, squeeze her, don't tease herNever leave herI invented swag, poppin' bottlesPuttin' supermodels in the cab, proofI guess I got my swagger back, truthNew watch alert, Hublot'sOr the big face Rollie I got two of thoseArm out the window through the city I maneuver slow***** back, snap backSee my cut through the holes'Damn Yeezy and Hov, where the hell ya been?Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmenI adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'emNow I'm bout to make them tuck they whole summer inThey say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb againThey ain't see me 'cause I pulled up in my other BenzLast week I was in my other other BenzThrow your diamonds up cause we in this ***** another 'gainPhoto shoot fresh, looking like wealthI'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myselfUh, live from the MercerRun up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk yaFlee in the G450 I might surfacePolitical refugee, asylum can be purchasedUh, everything's for sale, I got five passportsI'm never going to jailI made "Jesus Walks" I'm never going to hellCouture level flow, it's never going on saleLuxury rap, the Hermes of versesSophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursiveI get it custom, you a customerYou ain't 'customed to going through CustomsYou ain't been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the houseGot 'em showing off, I'm done, I hit ya up mananaWelcome to HavanaSmoking cubanos with Castro in cabanasViva Mexico, CubanoDominicano, all the plugs that I knowDriving Benzes, wit' no benefitsNot bad huh? For some immigrantsBuild your fences, we diggin' tunnelsCan't you see? We gettin' money up under youCan't you see the private jets flyin' over you?Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"Jay is chillin', 'Ye is chillin'What more can I say? We killin' 'emHold up, before we end this campaignAs you can see, we done bodied the damn lamesLord, please let them accept the things they can't changeAnd pray that all of their pain be champagne