[Intro: Kanye West]

No, you can't be on my mama album

[Chorus: Kanye West]

Pops home, I ain't gettin' frisked

I put your security at risk

Pops home, I ain't gettin' frisked

I put your security at risk

I put the security at risk

Okay, we gon' make this an event?

Y'all gon' need security for this

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Hmm, yeah, uh

I ain't getting frisked, I put your security at risk

I walk in the crib, no gettin' frisked

Butt-naked in the kitchen cooking grits

Tell yo' mama, "Come give me a kiss"

Security gon' need security for this

[Chorus: Kanye West]

I ain't gettin' frisked

I put your security at risk

I ain't gettin' frisked

Don't put the security at risk

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Never take thе family picture off the fridge

Nеver stand between a man and his kids

Y'all ain't got enough security for this

Y'all ain't got enough security for this

I put your security at risk

I make your security aquit

Like, "We don't get paid enough for this"

[Bridge: DaBaby]

I guess immaturity's a bi— (Who?)

But, oh, am I a son turned to the man

[Interlude: DaBaby]

And it ain't nothin' that you do to stop it, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

Ye, I appreciate you, you know

I would like the opportunity to do my thing, for verse one if I could

[Verse 3: DaBaby]

I guess immaturity's a bitch (Let's go)

Unless it come with a meal ticket, she ain't really like that I hit it tonight

I bet that when she wake up she gon' feel different

Tried to ruin my life that's a whole twenty million

And Ye stood with me like a real nigga, he like that nigga Baby an ill nigga

Please don't get me started, no

Bulletproof sittin' outside know I'm hoppin' out the bitch before you get a chance to park it, oh

My driver, he don't even like to drive it

All black dress code, nigga, this Donda

Rockin' dress clothes like he in the office

Never did take much to get people talkin' I had em' Balenciaga boots when I walked in

[Interlude: DaBaby]

You know what I'm sayin'? I put it together with the lil' you know, the lil' pants with the, uh, oversized sweat shirt you know with the other shirt hangin' out the under

You know I do my shit, lil' Cuban link

Pretty south nigga life it's Baby let's go

[Verse 4: DaBaby]

You gon' make me reach under this brand new Donda shirt

Free my big cousin, me and him together, sold out condo work

The wrong woman will drag your name all through the mud

Get you caught all kind of jerks

Havin' lose you all kind of chips, you better understand how condoms work

The label tellin' me go finish your album Kirk but I'm hoppin' on Donda first

They youngin' showin' his Honda, I ain't drop nada, I had it kinda worse

Got it in, Got it Impala

Bought a lil' choppa, came with a pound of Perc

Never let them take a soul my nigga

Tell 'em Tupac that shirt off

Thug life get 'em out that how it go, my nigga

Search me, where they do that at?

Nigga

[Verse 5: Baby Keem & Kanye West]

Catch him by the fists

I put your maturity at risk

Got the opportune, it's flattered, what I missed?

I ain't run around the world to tell 'em this

Las Vegas Summer's burnin' through my wrist

Legend has it, almost drowned when he was six

No excuses when the fairytale is blitz

Church building, Grandma pickin' out his fits

She said, "Janice, hold him by the hand"

He couldn't even keep the same friends

Black stone, I'ma stick it to the man

If another rich kid feel like steppin' on my Vans

I ain't showin' no emotion with my fists

I put your maturity at risk

Then put your insecurity at risk

Like, "We don't get paid enough for this"