Kanye West - FACTS lyrics

Dirt and grime and filth inside
The story of my lifetime
Of cheating, stealing, never feeling
Pain of a brother, your dirty mother
Ha, ha, ha, look how far we
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are
(Perfect, Southside)

Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
(Yo)

Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I feel so accomplished
I done talked a lot of shit
But I just did the numbers
Herzog and Adidas, man you know they love it
If Nike ain't have Drizzy, man
They wouldn't have nothin', woo!
If Nike ain't have Don C
Man they wouldn't have nothin', ooh!
But I'm all for the family, tell 'em
"Get your money"
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, they line up for days
Nike out here bad, they can't give shit away
I stuck to my roots, I'm like Jimmy Fallon
I ain't dropped the album but
The shoes went platinum (Woo)
Every time I talk they
Say I'm too aggressive
I was out here spazzin'
All y'all get the message?
On the field I'm over-reckless
On my Odell Beckham
2020, I'ma run the whole election, yah!
I've been trending years
Y'all a couple days
Yeezy in the house and we just got appraised
Nike, Nike treat employees just like slaves
Gave LeBron a billi' not to run away (Yo)
10 thousand dollar fur for Nori
I just copped it (Yo)
Your baby daddy won't even
Take your daughter shoppin' (Yo)
I done wore designers I won't wear again
Make 'em niggas famous, they get arrogant

Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
Ah!
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy just jumped over Jumpman
(Sonic boom)

Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, this is pure luxury
I give 'em grey poupon on a DJ Mustard, ah!
If you ain't poppin' shit then
Why you rap for? Haaan?
Plus Kimoji just shut down the app store, ah!
And we made a million a minute
We made a million a minute (We did)
Yeah, we made a million a minute
We made a million a minute, ah!
Do anybody feel bad for Bill Cosby?
Did he forget the names
Just like Steve Harvey? (Yo)
Tell Adidas that we need
A million in production (Yo)
I done told y'all
All I needed was the infrastructure (Boom)
Now we hottest in the streets
It ain't no discussion
James Harden, Swaggy P runnin' up the budget
(Yoga flame) keep the work at my
Baby mama's mama's house
I'm a jerk, you need to work
You need to call my spouse
Yeezy, Yeezy, take a picture with me on Rodeo
Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy, I might do my own hotel
Couches, couches, couches, couches
Which one should I pick? I need extra deep
I like my bitches extra thick (sonic boom)
Every time I see the news
Man it bring me home
Call up DJ Mano, shout out Twilite Tone
We just blessed to be alive
Yeah ain't that the truth?
So let's celebrate the life of Timbuck2
Timbuck2, Timbuck2, Timbuck2
Timbuck2, Timbuck2 timbuck2, Timbuck2

(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Ha, ha, ha, look how far we
Are, are, are, are, are, are, are
(Perfect)