See Me Now

Album: Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010)
  • I know you see me now right now
    I know you see me now right now
    Right now, right now, right now
    I know you see me now right now

    I got my suit and tie and I don't know if y'all know
    Well, maybe y'all do, or maybe y'all don't
    But I don't really care, it's how we on it all the time
    So I'ma get my money, let's go

    Yeah, uh, now I'ma need you to kill the hypocrisy
    This is an aristocracy
    I'm Socrates, but my skin more chocolatey
    What's up with who? That's old news
    I'm in a speedboat in my boat shoes
    Huh? I swear my whole collection's so cruise
    I might walk in Nobu wit' no shoes
    "He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods
    That nigga crazy, I told you"
    Immature adult, insecure asshole
    And if you fall on the concrete, that's your ass fault
    If you pass on a Kan' beat, that's your last fault
    Get what you ask for, I swear that your ass low
    She got a big booty, but she couldn't drop that ass low
    'Til you take your last ho and rope up all the cash flow
    When you gettin' money, they be all up on your ass, yo
    When you gettin' money, cops don't let a nigga pass Go
    Straight to jail, yo, in a hellhole
    Right next to Lucifer, tell em I said, "Hello"
    Ask if I'ma be there soon and tell him I said, "Hell no"
    Yo, what you say when your people get out of jail, huh?

    My niggas is home
    I guess I got everything, everything I want
    But I don't, no matter how good it gets, it'll never be like for
    No women in the crowd, screamin' and it's loud
    Doin' things not allowed and I swear it's going down right now
    I know one thing, my mama would be proud
    And you see me lookin' up
    Cause I know she's lookin' down right now

    I know you see me now right now
    I know you see me now right now
    Right now, right now, right now
    I know you see me now right now

    Pour the champagne, let your watch show
    Shorty got a man watch wrist look colossal
    I admit my first watch was a Fossil
    Now I'm in the Louvre lookin' for fossils
    'Tention to detail is so uncanny
    And the whip's on the Sprewells, it's so un-Camry
    Somebody need to put us on camera
    The world of Rollies and everyone families
    Stay Jordan fresh, suits and Ferraris
    Cute, your shorty watch Barney's, we head to Barney's
    End up at Marni, Giorgio, service from Sergio Tacchini
    Lamborghini, the chain throw off the vertigo
    I know the flow just hit a hellified vertical
    This the Christ year, last year was magic, 32
    Lyrically, can't none of y'all murder 'Ye
    Cause y'all raps ain't got no vertebrae
    I got style, ask June if she heard of me
    I killed the fur last Paris, raised the murder rate
    First of all, we all know the beats is
    Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus
    Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception
    Every one of His Majesty's swim parties is pageantries
    Cannonball off the divin' board when I am bored
    All my homies GDs, but I am Lord
    Rap god, Greek mythology
    And this life too crazy to think logically
    Here's somethin' that you could use in analogy
    My life is like a child's illusions become reality

    Now go get my throne cause I don't wanna stop
    I just go in my zone and I'ma make it hot 'til it's time to go
    When it's time to go, where you trying to go?
    You better act like you can see me now

    Exactly, Rosewood
    I know you see me, I know you see me
    I know you see me, it's like I'm 3D!

    Man, today I am the freshest in the world, but that's the obvious
    Damn, I look so sexy, and you look like a pile of shit
    When I told my ex I loved her, she went and married another
    And changed her whole name up, you a Yugoslavi' chick
    "Be successful," that's what Dad told me
    So everything I D-O now I OD
    They say G.O.O.D. Music like the new Miami Heat, shit
    Comparin' them to us, man they gotta add Kobe
    Whoadie, holy moley went, from G-Shockin' to Rollie
    From the D, coppin' in Beverly Hills, I'm Axel Foley
    Nah, nah, baby boy, you Jody, in the party, they all know me
    Yeah, I saw your ass in line, boy, you was lookin' like the old me
    Presidential suit, my girls Michelle and Chanel
    She gave me designer, uh, she keep it au natural
    I say it again, I'm chasin' cheese, dodgin' rat traps
    Chasin' pussy you might end up with a Kat Stacks
    Nasty trick, you's a nasty chick
    Uh, ooh, you know I like that nasty shit
    Got it made in every way, gettin' paid every day
    What Sean sound like? 'Ye protégé
    Nah, nah, he sound like he a pro to me
    "I know Kanye a jerk," how could you say that?
    He rode me and my mama 'round in his Maybach
    What kind of jerk is that? What kind of jerks is y'all?
    Fuck it if he a jerk, I bet you jerk him off
    Bet you take it off or chase him through the mall
    We workin' twice as hard, so everything come in twos
    Double drinks, double girls
    We be gettin' paid like W-2
    Rep Westside, throwin' up Ws
    "We love you Sean," I love you too
    Ooh-ooh, you know I do Writer/s: Dexter Raymond Jr. Mills, Brenda Russell, Brian Russell, Kanye Omari West, Ernest Dion Wilson, Lexus Arnel Lewis, Sean Michael Anderson
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
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