Lyricist : Kanye West/Lonnie Lynn/John Stephens/Thomas Bell/Linda Epstein
Composer : Kanye West/Lonnie Lynn/John Stephens/Thomas Bell/Linda Epstein
They say "What's happenin'?"
We say the facts and if, they lie
We comin' back for them
They might say, but they don't know
(They say, they say)
They don't know
They say a n***a lost his mind
But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme
The thin line between love and hatred
I'm the black pill in the Matrix, the saturated life
They say life is what you make it
So I wait quick on a spaceship so I can take it
As high as the stakes get when paper get low
I be tellin' Derick, "Tell Cara get us a show"
Little Com, I make righteous bitches get low
The richest man ain't necessarily the n***a with dough
They say "You went wild", yeah, that's what they say
My niggas couldn't tell it was me, like Jamie in Ray
Paintin' a day, wit focused crime, broads, and good wine
They say "Dope is sour, so it's homework and hood crimes"
I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye
They never could say, tell 'em, J
They say "What's happenin'?"
We say the facts and if, they lie
We comin' back for them
They might say, but they don't know
(They say, they say)
They don't know, oh
Ah, the sweet taste of victory
Go head and breathe it in like antihistamine
I know they sayin' "Damn, 'Ye snapped with this beat!"
**** you expect? I've got a history
Groupie love now, gotta be them wheels
Haters back down, gotta be that steel
I know they can't wait till ya outta ya deal
Look how they did D'Angelo, ask him "How do it feel?"
My best friends worry bout me
'Cause they know when you famous
And you had made cash
The media aims at us
And you be up so high
If you ever fall off, it feel like a plane crash
But God don't ever give me nothin' I can't handle
So please don't ever give me records I can't sample
So I could vacay where it ain't no channels
But it's quite okay for a gangsta to wear sandals
They say because of the fame and stardom
I'm somewhere in between the church and insane asylum
I guess it's messin' with my health then
And this verse so crazy when I finish
I'm just gon' check myself in, again
They say "What's happenin'?"
We say the facts and if, they lie (Uh, ha!)
We comin' back for them
They might say, but they don't know
(They say, they say)
They don't know, oh
They say "Dude think he righteous"
I write just to free minds, from Stony to Rikers
Amongst the lifeless, in a world crazy as Mike is
On my paper, whether its weed or Isis
They say "life is a game," so I play hard
Writin' for my life 'cause I'm scared of a day job
They say "Sef kept the hood together"
I tell the young, "We can't play the hood forever"
Play my cards right, they say I went too left
They showed me strange love, like I was Mr. F
Played chess in this game of, pawns and knights
Now I claim "King" like Don, or Frank White
They say my life is comparable to Christ
The way I sacrificed, and resurrected, twice
They say "The crochet pants and the sweater was wack"
Seen the corner, now they say "That nigga's back," uh
They say "What's happenin'?"
We say the facts and if, they lie
We comin' back for them
They might say, but they don't know
(They say, they say)
They don't know, oh
