[Intro: Consequence]

Ayo, I'm the rapper

He's the producer

And he's the rapper

And I'm the pimp

Let's do it

Uh, uh

It's the Cons to the 'Quence

I got my man Kanye to the

You know how we do this thing, all sales are final, yo

[Chorus: Consequence]

My people's

Got that diesel

And Perico

With my e-hoes

(Wherever they at, that's where they at

Wherever we at, we coming back.)

[Verse 1: Consequence]

Now every time I kick these bars, you know I'm coming on tight

While y'all niggas got stars saying "shut off his mic"

I got the gift and the curse

Cause I've been gifted the curse

It's like I live with a curse, the way I get in they skirt

Once I unzip the gift that makes all women curse

Make 'em run, get me gifts to prove this shit really work

Keep moving silly with work

I'm getting you here first

Cause if we hear it first

You better bring your work

Don't talk shit to first

Or what you hear on the first

Hit the projects and coming like you hear first

And the talking t-shirt that describes your worth

Goes hip-hur

'Cuz you hustle in reverse

Like Missy in a skirt tryna to do a strip search

See these bitches is the worst

Praying at the condom pop

Waiting for the Cons to stop

'Cause Cons is hot

When the check get cut, the rock will be the barbershop

In the barbershop

You lose your spot

And get kicked out the chair 'till the dude that's hot

Word

Cause Cons, he's home

But they try to do him the way they did Ashanti homes

Whole hood petition, wishing for a position

Cause now I'm raping good just for album intermissions

My mind was intuition

Seeing what they intervision

If it takes dealing hard, but we gon' get this tuition

Cause I'm a gold member

That only bone members

An R&B group that went gold and got cheddar

I don't look like L, and I can love you better

But got 4 or 5 shells that'll slug you better

And I cut you on the cell cause my drugs are better

If you trying to go to war, get your troops together

Duke

We don't belong in the booth together

I was down since they pushed me off the roof together

Me and D about to pop the gold coos together

So if a bitch knew better, she probably do better

And lift off a sweater and show us why they sweat her

E.P.C. nigga, word, uh, uh, uh, uh, do easy, what it look like, you know

[Chorus: Consequence & Kanye West]

My people's

Got that diesel (Yeah)

And Perico

With my e-hoes (Now it's Kanye to the)

My people's (Y'all ever heard of a nigga coming all the way from the Chi)

Got that diesel

And Perico (With nothing but a gat in his pocket)

And my e-hoes

Wherever they at, that's where they at (And change the whole game)

Wherever we at, we coming back

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Listen, man

My life went from planes to trains, yeah

I don't start that yet 'Quence?

Okay I'mma go right here, Vivo what up

My life went from planes to trains to automobiles

To G500 with the auto-roll wheels

Pinot Grigio, got 'em on chill

See now, see me ho? I got that deal

If you tryna build, I bet you'd like to know that

My father was a Black Panther with Geronimo Pratt

And look, back in college, I ain't run with no frat

I just ran with the tracks that put the Chi on the map

Now the Roc in the buildin', UIC Pavilion

Two years ago I was just a civilian

Now every chick in here swear I got millions

In area codes with unidentified children

Throw my hoodie on, blend in like chameleons

Hear barbershop talk, niggas tryna kill him

Take my hoodie off, niggas like "Ye waddup, yeah you chillin'!"

I swear to God they just like children

Just like high school, back at my school

Just like Halloween minus the costumes

The niggas that's flickin' be the ones that's trickin'

The girls two seatin' be the ones that's treatin'

Test relationships, I swear everybody cheatin'

I used to have the Jordans most recent

Throw Jordans on the truck now just to look decent

Just to get pulled over by the precinct, so frequent

It's like I'm back as a delinquent

They wanna know where I live, stay, and work

Why a young black nigga gettin' all these perks

How I stack my paper, get Adidas in all flavors

No officer, I don't know Rod Laver

Or Stan Smith, only thing they don't understand is

How the hell I found that color in canvas

[Outro: Kanye West]

Yeah

Now ain't no more beef or I would've kept airing these niggas out man

I got rhymes for days, nigga