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Never let me down (real) Lyrics

Never let me down (real) by Kanye West  

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Never let me down (real) Yeah Grandmama
Told you I won't let you down
Told you I won't let this rap game change me, right?

[Chorus]
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you'll neva let me down,
Get up I get (down)
Get up I get (down)
Get up I get (down)
Get up I get (down)
Get up I get (down)
Get up I get (down)

[Jay-Z]
Yo, yo first I snatched the streets, then I snatched the charts
First I had they ear, now I have they heart
Rappers came and went
I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together
Watch them take it apart
See the rollers roll up wit ribbons
I see them we poe, we sold then we driven
So when I reload, he holds number one positions
When you hot, I'm hot
And when your feet cold, mines are sizzlin’
It's plain to see
Niggas can't f*** wit me
Cuz ima be that nigga for life
This is not an image
This is God given
This is hard livin’
Mixed wit Cristal sippin’
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visiting
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of 6 she was arrested for the sittiz (?)
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
Now niggas can't make it to battles to chose leadership
But we can make it to Jacobs or to the dealership
That's why I hear new music and I just don’t be feelin’ it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin’ it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get inside of Sam's Club
I did deal dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
That why I’ve baptized these 3 or 4 times
But in the land where niggas pray
You con's are getting paid
Its gon’ take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your way
Nothin’ sad as that day my girl father passed away
So I promise to Mr. Raney, I’m gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for they way that she was brought up
And I know that you were smiling when you seen the car I bought her
And you sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled up, but
I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
Cuz look what an accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah, now Romeo Must Die
I know I got angels watchin’ me from the other side

[Chorus x2]

[J.Ivy]
We’re all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this
That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental
Vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah, I need my lubarinde (?)
But that ain’t what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte
I'm tryina ‘Give us us free’ like Cinque
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you, my many inspirations
When I say it I can't, let you or self down
If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest rift
And you slipped off the side and clenched on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God rains out

[Kanye West]
Take’em to church

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Who else you know been hot this long?
Started from nothin’ but he got this strong
Picked the rock from a pebble
Peddled rock before I met you
Peddle bikes got my nephew’s
Pedal bikes because they special
That you tell that man I thought it, well
Somebody must’ve taught him cause
Every fourth quarter, I light the Mike Jord’ in them
Number one albums, what? I got like four of them
More of them on the way
The eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way I’m here to stay
Y’all can save the chitter-chat
‘This and that’, ‘this and Jay’
This and Jay’ll get you maced
When I start spittin’ them lyrics
Niggas get very religious
Six Hail Mary’s please, Father forgive us
Young!
The archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y’all niggas
The way y’all all follow Jigga
Hov’s a living legend and I’ll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov’s still alive…



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