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Real love is allowing people to be themselves Showing vulnerability is actually being strong Ayy, we did what we did to get paid How they think all them millions got made? No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies Ayy, we did what we did to get paid How they think all them millions got made? No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies I come from the black medallions, no gold Still put the blacks to count, we're going gold That many sold, you must've sold your soul No, I just broke the mold, but never broke the codes While the rest got exposed by the ghosts of their past For throwing up cap like a graduating class But Queens been running around since Run and them hollers got So two things we never do is run or apologize Mob ties on the East and West coast And my net look like the port where the ethernet goes Which mean the gas glow from my head to my toes And all my connects know how I do with the hoes I go Rich Paul in the room with Adele And this bitch call him in the pool with Michelle And her tops off like she cool with Janelle And if it pop off I'm kicked out the hotel Ayy, we did what we did to get paid How they think all them millions got made? No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies Ayy, we did what we did to get paid How they think all them millions got made? No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies I don't want no long apologies, you know what I'm sayin'? When you're proven wrong Laughin' don't feel right then it won't feel night If it don't feel night then it won't build Nike If it don't build Nike and your bills still tight You'll be workin' for the man the rest of your life So I'm a busy man with places to be Because the man were tryna put a case on me So Busy Bee was the man in the place to be Or when Jordan hit the draft after '83 Yeah, at one point I should've been on Slam Magazine 'Cause I slammed every model you saw in the magazine Then I turned into Supreme, made a mill' in a day But part of being supreme is what they did to Jermaine Yeah, I've seen first hand how they hide extortion Take your firstborn and make you sign divorces And I know I've been a thorn in the side of the Thornton's But I had to choose a side that comes with the Porsche's Ayy, we did what we did to get paid How they think all them millions got made? No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies Ayy, we did what we did to get paid How they think all them millions got made? No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies (uh-uh) No apologies For what? (For what?)
Writer(s): Dexter Raymond Mills, Kanye West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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