Artist: Kanye West Album: The Lost Tapes Mixtape Song: The Truth Freestyle Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com [Intro] [Kanye Speaking] Yo, it's Kanye To The I did this beat in '96 and ah... Is it the because my beats the nicest Got me chargin' niggas Dr. Evil prices Niggas will sell their soul to go platinum and gold I'm cold cause I got the Go and kick my soul Drop an album full of soul Sold twelve times gold that's six plat Man that's a sick plaque Man don't forget that at the top is where you feel the loneliness Like grabbin' fake titties, I swear I feel the phoniest Cause I'm from a city where you never know who your homies is Cause everybody wants your spot No I.D. told me this Oh I seen homies get Sheisty on me quick Wooooh, just imagine if I only spit? But I do beats too, that's the American dream Stack two, make sure my shorties inherit some things A couple real estate investments Got niggas sayin', "There's the Kennedy's" But oh yes it's, The West's Brand new Roc-A-Fella Most fresh to death is Definitely Kanye Peace to Sporty L.A. That keep my shoe game, early like the grave shift Plus keep my closet cooped up like a slave ship How you gon' look at me and say I ain't made shit? Just look at my outfit, I got all the basics Air Force, check Rolex, check Call G and Hop, did you get the, check? Roc-a-Fella piece, check Don't forget the neck Is it the money on deck That keeps on the honeys on the dick? Now that ain't really rhyme But I ain't really tryin' Last 9-11 I was poor on the ave Till I plural my math Now it's Porsche 9-11's and I'm floorin' on the gas Got a lot of problems, money's one that I not have Date ball player's wives, that divorce and got half Shit I figure they deserve somethin' for all them hours And that be the realest shit I never wrote Only book I ever read I could have wrote 48 Laws Of Power Me, G & Hop, uh huh, the game's ours Seems like I got more brain off my fake chain than my real one Cause on the real son If a girl think you broke, she just wanna fuckin' smoke If you paid, then she's thinkin' bout her children Feel him? Probably not though, unless you got doe You know what I mean? You will think the grass greener when you finally get green I told Gina, you ain't been in a Medina Yeah, I seen you grabbin' on my balls like Serena Yeah, y'all the invisible hoe, you ain't never seen her Um huh, she must stay around your grandma's crib Right next door to where the in-laws live I brought a man from the fifth floor All in y'all crib [Outro] [Kanye Speaking] Remember niggas back at school, they didn't have no girl at school so they be like, "I got a girl she just stay by my grandma's crib." Hehe Yo, Dame, where the fuck you find me? Hahaha