Here we go. In case you missed it, the highly anticipated joint project drops August 1st.
UPDATE: CDQ and artwork above via Life and Times.
UPDATE 2: Stream the mastered version below, courtesy of the purchase on iTunes. More bass & crisper in quality. Pre-order album on the same link as well. Surprisingly, it says expected release: August 8th.
Lyrics after the cut via KHH.
Sounds so soulful don’t you agree
I invented swag
Poppin bottles putting supermodels in the cab
I guess I got my swagger back
Truth: new watch alert, Hublot’s
Or the big face Rollie I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes
Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntman
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
They say I’m crazy but I’m ’bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch and up again
Photo shoot fresh
Looking like wealth
I’m about to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live form the Mercer, run up on Yeezy the wrong way
I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee asylum can be purchased
Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I’m never going to jail
I made Jesus walks so never going to hell
Couture level flow is never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Write my curses in cursive
I get it custom
You a customer
You aint accustomed to going through customs
You aint been nowhere huh?
And all the ladies in the house got them showing off
I’m done I hit ya up, manana!
Welcome to Havanna
Smoking Cubana’s with Castro in Cabana’s
Viva Mexico, Cubana, Dominicano
All the plugs that I know
Driving Benz’s, With no benefits
Not bad huh? for some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels
Can’t you see we gettin money up under you
Can’t you see the private jets flying over you
Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?”
Jay is chillin, Ye is chillin
What more can I say
We killin’ ‘em
Hold up before we in this campaign
As you can see we bodied the damn lames
Lord please let them accept the things they cant change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne