I just wanna clear my mind now

It's been racin' since the summertime

And I'm holdin' down the summer now

And all I want is what I can't buy now

Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I told you to wait

Yeah I told you to wait

So I'm a need a little more time now

Cause I ain't got the money on me right now

And I thought you could wait

Yeah, I thought you could wait

These bitches surroundin' me

All want somethin' out me

Then they talk about me

Would be lost without me

We could've been somebody

Thought you'd be different 'bout it

Now I know you not it

So let's get on with it

You could've been somebody

'Stead you had to tell somebody

Let's take it back to the first party

When you tried your first molly

And came out of your body

And came out of your body

Running naked down the lobby

And you was screamin' that you love me

Before the limelight tore ya

Before the limelight stole ya

Remember we were so young

When I would hold you

Before the glory

I know there ain't wrong with me

Something strange is happening

You could've been somethin'

We could've, we could've been somebody

Or was it all our first party

When we tried our first molly

And came out of our body

And came out of our body

Before they call lawyers

Before you tried to destroy us

How you gon' lie to the lawyers?

It's like I don't even know ya

I gotta bring it back to the 'Nolia

Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down with my niggas -3x

I ride with my niggas, I'll die for my...

To all my second string bitches, trying to get a baby

Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy

I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z

He ain't with you, he with Beyonce, you need to stop actin' lazy

She Instagram herself like "Bad bitch alert"

He Instagram his watch like "Mad rich alert"

He only wanna see that ass in reverse

Two thousand dollar bag with no cash in your purse

Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side

Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid

Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died

Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that

Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that

Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that

All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that

That going to that owing money that the court got

On and on that alimony, uh, yeah-yeah, she got you homie

'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony

Kanye West - Blood On The Leaves - lyrics

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