Rhymefest, Kanye West - More lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rhymefest, Kanye West - More lyrics]
Yeah, this joint right here man
Is for all my blue collar niggas
In the Midwest goin through our struggle
We know things could be better, huh
And we just want a little mooore
No matter how much I get (I want mooore)
Even when I talk my shit (I want mooore)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this
But still (I want more)
Look now I ain't goin for the okey doke
(nope) you owe me dough?
You better pay me like you know we broke
This industry be tryin to strangle
Niggas in the choke
You think these rappers rich? These
Niggas out here sellin dope
You think it's crazy sayin
"If I had what he had"
But if you had what he had
Nigga you'd be mad three kids
See dad broke-ass waitin on the
Royalties with no cash
Nice car, no gas, stuck at the pump
Had a lil' hot single now
He's stuck in a slump
At the top of his section eight
Straight waitin to jump like Milli Vanilli
Now people just look at him silly
Sayin "That's umm - I forgot his
Name - who is he?" he wanted
(mooore) never really thought of the loss
Lookin for (mooore) everybody playin the boss
To get
(mooore) now he just stuck in the sauce
Like white kids when they got cut off
"Daddy I want" (mooore)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This go out to every man tryin
To achieve and hold his own
Them ladies are nice
But you gotta leave them hoes alone
They'll take it and bro, break in your phone
Call your boss up
(Where that nigga at?) Or tell your wife
To try to break up your home
Now your baby momma takin your son
Learn from mistakes I done
Yesterday we all naked and fun
I ain't thinkin of none, break in and cum
Soon as you done run
This is real talk, nigga one-on-one
Between me and you, now this mano a mano
How you gon' catch mono from a
Ho that work at McDonald's
Now you lookin like the clown like Ronald
That's where Kells fucked up
Cause young girls he decided to fondle
And I ain't fin' ta let HIV zip my bag
I started usin' rubbers again
It ain't that bad
You gotta take care of yourself mayne
Don't get grabbed cause if you die
People be like "Aww that's too bad"
I want (mooore)
Everybody so weak like, like
They afraid to speak
If you see that nigga violate then
Hit him in his cheek
Tryin to act like, like
You reppin the street
You ain't a gangsta, you a bitch with a beat
So it's time to make role call
Then expose y'all adam & Eve shocked in the
Garden with no drawers
While niggas gettin popped on my
Block with no laws
I grew up with Disciples that'll
Smash ya gold off i never plugged
Cause I know that when you do that shit
You locked in for life, nigga yeah
Etched in blood but it's hard to get respect
When you less than thug
And you ain't fin' to serve here
If you ain't with us
Us meanin them, them meanin GD
Gangster Disciples
The same ones that killed Cochise
So see, how he, well he, meanin me
Refused to be another nigga
Dead in the street i wanted (mooore)
Is for all my blue collar niggas
In the Midwest goin through our struggle
We know things could be better, huh
And we just want a little mooore
No matter how much I get (I want mooore)
Even when I talk my shit (I want mooore)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this
But still (I want more)
Look now I ain't goin for the okey doke
(nope) you owe me dough?
You better pay me like you know we broke
This industry be tryin to strangle
Niggas in the choke
You think these rappers rich? These
Niggas out here sellin dope
You think it's crazy sayin
"If I had what he had"
But if you had what he had
Nigga you'd be mad three kids
See dad broke-ass waitin on the
Royalties with no cash
Nice car, no gas, stuck at the pump
Had a lil' hot single now
He's stuck in a slump
At the top of his section eight
Straight waitin to jump like Milli Vanilli
Now people just look at him silly
Sayin "That's umm - I forgot his
Name - who is he?" he wanted
(mooore) never really thought of the loss
Lookin for (mooore) everybody playin the boss
To get
(mooore) now he just stuck in the sauce
Like white kids when they got cut off
"Daddy I want" (mooore)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This go out to every man tryin
To achieve and hold his own
Them ladies are nice
But you gotta leave them hoes alone
They'll take it and bro, break in your phone
Call your boss up
(Where that nigga at?) Or tell your wife
To try to break up your home
Now your baby momma takin your son
Learn from mistakes I done
Yesterday we all naked and fun
I ain't thinkin of none, break in and cum
Soon as you done run
This is real talk, nigga one-on-one
Between me and you, now this mano a mano
How you gon' catch mono from a
Ho that work at McDonald's
Now you lookin like the clown like Ronald
That's where Kells fucked up
Cause young girls he decided to fondle
And I ain't fin' ta let HIV zip my bag
I started usin' rubbers again
It ain't that bad
You gotta take care of yourself mayne
Don't get grabbed cause if you die
People be like "Aww that's too bad"
I want (mooore)
Everybody so weak like, like
They afraid to speak
If you see that nigga violate then
Hit him in his cheek
Tryin to act like, like
You reppin the street
You ain't a gangsta, you a bitch with a beat
So it's time to make role call
Then expose y'all adam & Eve shocked in the
Garden with no drawers
While niggas gettin popped on my
Block with no laws
I grew up with Disciples that'll
Smash ya gold off i never plugged
Cause I know that when you do that shit
You locked in for life, nigga yeah
Etched in blood but it's hard to get respect
When you less than thug
And you ain't fin' to serve here
If you ain't with us
Us meanin them, them meanin GD
Gangster Disciples
The same ones that killed Cochise
So see, how he, well he, meanin me
Refused to be another nigga
Dead in the street i wanted (mooore)