The Producer

And they all lived happily ever after

And they all lived happily

And they all lived

And they all grew up

You can find me in the darkness

Layin' tracks just like a railroad

Ozwald, Versace, Vivianne, you get the message

I design them beats like Alexander thread them dresses

Ah-mmm

I be workin' on a Sunday

Mama told me that's a God day

I'm just tryna eat, yeah, I'm just tryna get a ticket

God bless the sin and no rest for the wicked

Ah-mmm

Man, they can't tell me nothing

Fuck yeah, I been on my grind

Yeah

One, two

Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (no-no)

Paid my dues and I did my time

Yes, I did

Now I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry

Wonderin' when is Father

Gonna take me right back up to the sky

'Cause it's been too long

Paintin' this picture

Watchin' paint dry

I'm the producer

Watchin' these Spielbergs fly, ah-mmm

All these Goslings (all these Goslings)

With Hollywood smiles (Hollywood smiles)

And I'm just the producer (the producer)

Tryna make a headline, ah-mmm

I been livin' with the phantom

He be holdin' me for ransom

Tryna climb the ladder, I'm just hopin' and a-wishin'

Money and the power, they don't come without ambition

Ah-mmm

Mother hung them baby pictures up

Ah-mmm

I was destined for some shit

But now I'm lookin' at the cuckoo clock

I'm countin' all them digits

Made some plans for life but now he's actin' like a bitch

Well, I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry

Wonderin' when the Father up in Heaven

Gonna give me my piece of the pie

'Cause it's been too long