Kanye West - Can't Tell Me Nothing (DJ Godfather remix) lyrics

I had a dream I can buy my way to heaven When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace Oh,oh,oh,oh I told God I'd be back in a second Man It's so hard not to act reckless To who much is given much is tested Get arrested, guess until, they get the message I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny And what I do? Act more stupidly Bought more j**elry, more Louis V, my mama couldn't get through to me The drama, people suing me I'm on T.V. talking like it's just you and me I'm just saying how I feel man I ain't one of the Cosby's I ain't go to the Hill man I guess the money should've changed him I guess I should've forgot where I came from La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right La, la, la, la then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing Let up the suicide doors This is my life homey, you decide yours I know that Jesus died for us But I couldn't tell you who decide wars So I parallel double parked that muthaf**er sideways Old folks talking bout back in my day But homey this is my day Cla** started 2 hours ago, oh am I late? You know I already graduated And you can live through anything if Magic made it They say I talk with so much emphasis They're so sensative Don't ever fix your lips like collagen To say something when you gon' end up apologin' Let me know if it's a problem man Alright man, holla then La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right La, la, la, la then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash Let that man get past You don't need a stop to get gas If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off the fumes cause How he move in a room full of nos? How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes? Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul So when he buried in a tomb full of gold Treasure. What's you pleasure? Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her So if the devil wear Prada Adam Eve wear Nada I'm in between, but way more fresher With way less effort, 'cause when you try hard That's when you die hard Ya homies looking like "Why God?" When they reminisce over you, my god La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right La, la, la, la then you can't tell me nothing right Excuse Me, is you saying something? Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing You can't tell me nothing Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing