
I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex I feel like this but niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl in the world that know me best I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peaceSo I need just at least of one of Russell's nieces On...I let my nightmares go I put on for everybody that I knew from the go I know dese hoes that was frontin when they knew we was brokeThey say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no moreYou got that big fame homie, and you just changed on meYou can ask big homie, man the top so lonely III....So lonely III....