Pt. 2 Lyrics - Kanye West

Ohhhhhhh 

Ohhhhhhh 

Ohhhhhhh 

Ohhhhhhh 

I go, I go, ay ay, I go 

Up in the morning, miss you bad 

Sorry I ain't called you back 

The same problem my father had 

All his time, all he had, all he had 

In what he dreamed 

All his cash, market crashed 

Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that 

Drops some stacks pops is good 

Momma pass in Hollywood 

If you ask, lost my soul 

Driving fast, lost control 

Off the road, jaw was broke 

'Member we all was broke 

'Member I'm coming back 

I'll be taking all the stacks 

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I got broads in Atlanta 

Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta 

Credit cards and the scammers 

Hitting off licks in the bando 

Black X6, Phantom 

White X6 looks like a panda 

Going out like I'm Montana 

Hundred killers, hundred hammers 

Black X6, Phantom 

White X6, panda 

Pockets swole, Danny 

Selling bar, candy 

Man I'm the macho like Randy 

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy 

Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty 

Hope you killas understand me 

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I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I 

I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I 

Taking all the stacks, oh 

Stacks, oh 

Taking all the stacks, oh 

I got broads in Atlanta 

Twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta 

Credit cards and the scammers 

Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner 

Whole bunch of lavish shit 

They be asking round town who be clappin shit 

I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship 

I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit 

Black X6, Phantom 

White X6, killing on camera 

How can I find you? 

Who do you turn to? 

How do I bind you? 

If I don't turn to you 

No other help I know, I stretch my hands