Lyrics

[Intro: Rihanna] Man I can understand how it might be Kinda hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know [Verse 1: Kanye West + (Swizz Beatz)] For all my Southside niggas that know me best I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn) I made that bitch famous For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best Why? They mad they ain't famous (God damn) They mad they're still nameless (Talk that talk, man) Her man in the store tryna try his best But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh But we still hood famous (God damn) Yeah we still hood famous [Hook: Rihanna] I just wanted you to know I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] Midwest coast back nigga And don't say nigga unless of course you black, nigga Free country, they say that shit in Tennessee Cause I got all their white daughters drinkin' Hennessy I'ma go to Sal's with some niggas on the wall I might go to I's, take some niggas off the wall Got the key to the city, the streets on lock Tryna take 'em to the top, they say Chano's so involved I know, King Dolo, 3rd, even the group solo It's been that way since my shirt had two Polos We the kids they'll keep in the back I'm in love with my city, bitch I sleep in my hat I'm a free agent, go and do the math Underdog of underground, Tubman with the path They ask about the help and all I do is laugh I say God my only boss, even Moses had a staff You know [Hook: Rihanna] I just wanted you to know I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know [Verse 3: JC Assassin] For all my Toronto niggas that know my style I feel like Donald Trump is just a fucking child So alive, the West Side is still alive Every time I rhyme, but now a nigga in the Chi Put on some Matlock for the house cause they actin' dramatic Even the actors in Matlock don't act that dramatic Every picture on the wall, I'm Matlock cinematic On the corner, a youngblood grab an automatic Fire hazard if you play this on the street I say to this little boy, what all of his concerns be He wanted to be outside of his values, just free Woke up and he in the mirror, because that boy is me So you don't Nina Chop, I grab a nina and you stop All 9 inches, my weapons, they make you drop Who said that fame is painless Aimless, man, I'd rather be famous... [Bridge: Sister Nancy + Chance The Rapper] Bam bam, bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam 'ey what a bam bam Children of Jih, Children of Jih Bam bam dilla, bam bam Bam bam eh Bam bam, bam bam Bam bam, bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam Children of Jih, put your hands up! 'ey what a bam bam Ultralight beam... Bam bam dilla, bam bam Bam bam Bam bam, bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam Children of Jih, take us 'ey what a bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam Bam bam, bam bam Bam bam, bam bam Everybody hands in the motherfucking air now! Bam bam dilla, bam bam 'ey what a bam bam Bam bam, bam bam Bam bam dilla, bam bam [Outro: Nina Simone] I just wanted you to know I loved you better than your own kin did From the very start I don't blame you much for wanting to be free I just wanted you to know