Jay-Z & Kanye West ☆ Otis (Ft. Otis Redding)

It makes it easier
easier to bear
You won’t regret it
no no
No girl they won’t forget it
Love is their home
Happiness yeah
Sq sq sq squeeze her
don’t tease her
Never leave her
I invented swag
Poppin’ bottles
puttin’ supermodels
in the cab proof
I guess I got my swagger
back truth
New watch alert
Hublot’s
Or the big face Rollie
I got two of those
Arm out the window
through the city
I maneuver slow
Cock back
snap back
See my cut through the holes
Damn Yeezy and Hov
Where the hell ya been
Niggas talkin real reckless
stuntmen
I adopted these niggas
Phillip Drummond ’em
Now I’m bout to make them
tuck they whole summer in
They say I’m crazy
well I’m ’bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause
I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week
I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up
cause we in this bitch
another ‘gain
Photo shoot fresh
looking like wealth
I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi
on myself
Uh live form the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way
I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee
asylum can be purchased
Uh everythings for sale
I got 5 passports
I’m never going to jail
I made Jesus Walks
I’m never going to hell
Couture level flow
it’s never going on sale
Luxury rap
the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance
write my curses in cursive
I get it custom
you a customer
You ain’t ‘customed to going
through Customs
you ain’t been nowhere huh
And all the ladies in the house
got ’em showing off
I’m done
I hit ya up mana naaaa
Welcome to Havana
Smoking cubanos
with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico Cubano
Dominicano
all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes
wit’ no benefits
Not bad huh
For some immigrants
Build your fences
we diggin’ tunnels
Can’t you see
We gettin’ money up under you
Can’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’ ’em
Hold up
before we end this campaign
As you can see
we done bodied the damn lames
Lord
please let them accept the things
they can’t change
And pray that all of their pain
be champagne