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from Blue Collar

"More" is track #8 on the album Blue Collar. It was written by West, Kanye Omari / Valenzano, Marcello Antonio / Lyon, Andre Christopher / Smith, Che.
"More" is track #8 on the album Blue Collar. It was written by West, Kanye Omari / Valenzano, Marcello Antonio / Lyon, Andre Christopher / Smith, Che.

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Yeah, this joint right here man, is for all my Blue Collar niggaz
In the Midwest goin' through our struggle
We know things could be better, huh
And we just want a little more

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

Look, now I ain't goin' for the okey-doke
You owe me dough, you better pay me like you know we broke
This industry be tryin' to strangle niggaz in the choke
You think these rappers rich? These niggaz out here sellin' dope

You think it's crazy sayin', "If I had what he had"
But if you had what he had, nigga you'd be mad
Three kids, see dad broke ass
Waitin' on the royalties with no cash

Nice car, no gas, stuck at the pump
Had a lil' hot single now he's stuck in a slump
At the top of his section eight, straight waitin' to jump
Like Milli Vanilli, now people just look at him silly

Sayin', "That's umm, I forgot his name who is he?"
He wanted more, never really thought of the loss
Lookin' for more, everybody playin' the boss to get more
Now he just stuck in the sauce like white kids when they got cut off
Daddy I want more

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
This go out to every man tryin' to achieve and hold his own
Them ladies are nice but you gotta leave them hoes alone
They'll take it and bro, break in your phone, call your boss up
(Where that nigga at?)
Or tell your wife to try to break up your home

Now your baby momma takin' your son, learn from mistakes I done
Yesterday we all naked and fun
I ain't thinkin' of none, break in and cum, soon as you done run
This is real talk, nigga one-on-one

Between me and you, now this mono-a-mono
How you gon' catch mono from a hoe that work at McDonald's
Now you lookin' like the clown like Ronald
That's where Kels fucked up, 'cause young girls he decided to fondle

And I ain't fin' ta let HIV's in my bag
I'll start usin' rubbers again, it ain't that bad
You gotta take care of yourself mayne, don't get grabbed
'Cause if you die, people be like, "Aww, that's too bad"
I want more

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

Everybody so weak like, like, they afraid to speak
If you see that nigga violate then hit him in his cheek
Tryin' to act like, like, you rappin' the street
You ain't a gangsta, you a bitch with a beat

So it's time to make role call, then expose y'all
Adam and Eve shocked in the garden with no drawers
While niggaz gettin' popped on my block with no laws
I grew up with Disciples that'll smash ya gold off

I never plugged, 'cause I know that when you do that shit
You locked in for life, nigga, yeah, etched in blood
But it's hard to get respect when you less than thug
And you ain't fin' to serve here if you ain't with us

Us meanin' them, them meanin' G.D.
Gangster Disciples, the same ones that killed Cochise
So see, how he, well he, meanin' me
Refused to be another nigga dead in the street

(I want more)
No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

No matter how much I get
(I want more)
Even when I talk my shit
(I want more)
Every party on every list
And everybody want a life like this but still
(I want more)

Songwriters
West, Kanye Omari / Valenzano, Marcello Antonio / Lyon, Andre Christopher / Smith, Che

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