New Slaves (Album Version|Explicit) - Ye (侃爷)
Lyrics by：Kanye West/Ben Bronfman/Mike Dean/Christopher Breaux/Cydell Young/Gabor Presser/Anna Adamis/Malik Jones/Che Smith/Elon Rutberg/Sakiya Sandifer/Louis Johnson
Composed by：Kanye West/Ben Bronfman/Mike Dean/Christopher Breaux/Cydell Young/Gabor Presser/Anna Adamis/Malik Jones/Che Smith/Elon Rutberg/Sakiya Sandifer/Louis Johnson
Produced by：Kanye West/Ben Bronfman/Mike Dean/Travi$ Scott/Noah Goldstein/Sham "Sak Pase" Joseph/Che Pope
My momma was raised in an era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see its broke nigga racism
That's that "Don't touch anything in the store"
And there's rich nigga racism
That's that "Come here please buy more"
What you want a Bentley fur coat and diamond chain
All you blacks want all the same things
Used to only be niggas now everybody play me
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves
You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a d**k than a swallower
You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a d**k than a swallower
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwing hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
**** you and your corporation
Y'all niggas can't control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm about to wild the **** out
I'm going Bobby Boucher
I know that p***y ain't free
You niggas p***y ain't me
Y'all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can't read
Throw on some Maybach keys
**** it c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all niggas can't **** with me
Y'all niggas can't **** with Ye
Y'all niggas can't **** with Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can't see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some b******t like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock niggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that private owned prison
Get your piece today
They Probably all in the Hamptons
Braggin' 'bout their maid
**** you and your Hampton house
I'll **** your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn **** up
I'm 'bout to tear **** down
I'm 'bout to air **** out
Now what the **** they gon' say now
I won't end this high not this time again
So long so long so long
You cannot survive
And I'm not dying
And I can't lose
I can't lose
No I can't lose
Cause I can't leave it to you
So let's get too high get too high again
Too high again
Too high
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