[Intro: Kanye West]
(Perfect!)
N***as talkin' shit, Push—how do you respond?

[Verse 1: Pusha-T & Travis Scott]
I'm top five and all of them Dylan
I am the hope, the dope dealers won
Price and the quote, the dope dealers want
Feds takin' pictures like it's GQ (GQ)
This Avianne collarbone is see-through
Angel on my shoulder, "What should we do?" (we do)
Devil on the other, "What would Meek do?"
Pop a wheelie, tell the judge to Akinyele (yeah)
Middle fingers out the Ghost, screamin' "Makaveli" (Comе with me)
Hail Mary, the scale fairy (Mmm-hmm)
Two sidеs to every coin so we bail ready (bail ready)
How do you respond?
I let the monies and the fools talk
I let the jewels and the hues talk
Watch face came with a fuse box (fuse box)
Chanel's on ya bitch (Yeah)
The coupe is 320, the roof's hit or miss
Murder on the highway, the news is at six
See, I did it my way, the proof's in the bricks

[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Pusha-T, Young Thug & M.I.A]
Yup, in my white tee (Eghck!)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)
Cacti, not no iced tea (Hah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icki-icki, general
I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh)
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese
(Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, oooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
I seen his face, seen it
Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)
[Verse 3: Kanye West & Travis Scott]
Am I too complex for ComplexCon? (Mmm-hmm)
Everything Ye say cause a new debate (Yeah)
"You see, he been out of touch, he cannot relate
His hallway too long, bitch too bad
Got a surrogate, his kid get two dads"
I be thinkin', "What would 2Pac do?"
You be thinkin' what New Kids on the Block do
If you ain't drivin' while Black, do they stop you?
Will MAGA hats let me slide like a drive-thru? (Yeah)
That phone call from Ricky still hazy
When heaven got an angel named Avery
You gotta watch who you callin' crazy
Yeezy, the newest billion-dollar baby (Yeah)
It won't feel right 'til I feel like Phil Knight (Yeah)
Goin' for six rings like what Phil told Mike (Mmm-hmm)
Seven pill nights, who know what that feel like?
No more hidin' the scars, I show 'em like Seal, right?
How do you respond?