Problematic Lyrics – Kanye West ft. Ty Dolla $ign

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
F**king on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
That Pope like the leader of the Vati-can
He do it again
Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend
And we in this b!tch again, time to get rich again
(Throw your motherf**king hands)
They looking like prey, I guess that's why they praying
And when you flying private, it can't be no delaying
When I speak my mind, it's gone be some lawsuits and furniture moving
I gotta haul through, likе when you be moving
I gotta fly to Japan just to be sеcluded
They did no damage, would I give 'em no chances?
Even if they get a chance, here's panic like they know Spanish
How I brand all of these clothes?
How every tantrum I throw make an anthem for hoes?
This my life, not a quote

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
F**king on a beat you never heard of, heard of
(Visible and invisible)

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
I'ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldi's
Throw my d!ck a party
Your dress code upscale, used to shop at Aldi's
I ran up some numbers, now I got what ya all need
Give your homegirl the boric acid, save the summer
New abs, she dropping fast, it's time to come up, blackout
Passing out and then she waking up gorgeous
I'm not racist, it's a preference
And my b!tch looking like a reference
Don't I make the rules like a referee
Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs, she a loud mouth
I need to sign a seal, a couple brand new deals
Gotta get this sh!t off my chest, I got some sh!t to spill
Passing out NDAs, n!gga, deal with it after
I just f**ked the world raw, she need a morning after
And then the morning after
And I quote, "It's only one G.O.A.T, " let you had your fun though
Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan
Every day in New Jersey, on my way to New York
I was late to every meeting in my Queens tunnel
But all the hoes in Hoboken know
If I seen you outside with the open-toes
You might get you a trip to the Poconos
You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio
That was a jokey-joke
That wasn't nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke
Crying in high school over a high school b!tch
And she still in the dark taking night school, b!tch
Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL, b!tch
Wish somebody woulda warned us
When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn't born yet
African king in a different time
We got multiple wives too, just at different times
Picture this, if every room got a different b!tch
Do that make me a po-n!gga-mist?
Without the deals, I guarantee I'm still n!gga rich
Sh!t is f**king ridiculous