Kanye West - Dipset Forever lyrics

[Intro] Let's do it! Santana, Jim Jones, k**a, Freekey How long we gon' have this sh** on lock, man? Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye [Verse 1] Listen, I been coppin them P's and Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin But I'm getting head She's bobbin her weave and (yes sir) I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin I'mma wild out until I part with my breathin Until I'm sparked up and leakin Part of the cement I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened) Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) Zeke the only one with courage to ride The ride's so dirty inside Seems like we were playin in mud Hazin' it up, grams, gauge and a snub Who ill? a check for two mill And a cheap case, defaced, blue steel, true sk**s I got stories that my soul can sing Flip water like Poland Spring And I'mma hold them things [Verse 2] Look - talk to 'em Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But f** it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (k**a!) Top a top on top of the top But yo - nothing definite I chop up the rocks And I stop up the drop Blocka Blocka the block Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot What you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me) I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?) It's about being 'bout It If you're not, you're a** backwards My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important) Little n***as need to sit up and breathe If the town too hot, get up and leave n***as always got a trick up their sleeve (always) n***a like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's for-e-ver [Verse 3] sh**, I was two blocks from coppin dust I used to hop the bus Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush sh**, they gotta blush Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and, b**h, how they ran a mile f** k**a Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile Hundred grand, I demand it God damnit, the boy the boy done done it, child And that's forever, man [Outro] You hear it, uh huh We here, I love y'all man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this sh** on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus - holla Chicago, you have your own Kanyes West on the track Harlem, you know who the f** I am - k**a! We just want you's to know Diplomats is here We ain't going nowhere Holla atchya boy-boy, let's ride out man