Kanye West
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I’m fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit
Tell ’em, “Give me fifty million or I’mma quit”
Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level
Turn up the bass ’til it’s up-in-your-face level
Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious
Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dali
Now everybody is movin’ they body
Don’t sell me apartment, I’ll move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin’ just to feel important
You gon’ see lawyers and niggas in Jordans
Yeezy sort-of threw us off the first time we listened, considering his verse had a completely different beat and gradually kept going up in octave. Talk about braggadocio, though.
Suicide doors on the private jet? Sheesh.