Gifted - Aston Shuffle Remix

作曲：Kanye West,Sam Spiegel,Jose Henrique Pinheiro,Allan P. Grigg,Li Lykke Timotej Zachrisson,Santi White

I'm known for running my mouth

I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh

I dunno, I might have said it

I was kinda gone and light-headed

And my jacket kinda fresh bright reded

And as usual my pants tight-threaded

It seem like everybody dress tight now

And I just want my credit

Don't get it twisted it or dreaded it

I am the king and will not beheaded

To the mall no time soon, brethren

Being broke made my head hurt

So I need the bread or an Excedrin

That'll only get my engine revvin'

While y'all on ten, I'm on eleven

I'm a make the news, be on at seven

Matter fact I'm on this very second

I'm in first and y'all in second

And this verse only add to the freshness

Call the club, tell them add to the guest list

What you think?

Way more **?

I can never be too big for my britches

Y'all motherfuckas know who this is

I'm gifted

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time

You don't know my mind

Like I said a thousand times

I gotta stay ahead

Know what I'm fighting for

I leave you to your talk

Never seen my kind before

And you're all so thick-headed

Follow and I know I let it

Part of me won't let me quit

Won't let me just not say **

So much is there to be bored with

Can't be still, I can't afford it

Try to hold it in but it make me sick

So I spit it out say the hell with it

I dream it and I build it tall

Make a way for when it falls

I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time

I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the

I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes

Whatever comes, I write it down

So knock me out and shoot me down

With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time