Ye, Kanye West, King Combs - PEOPLE LIKE ME

You need people like me So you can point your middle finger and say there go the Bad Boys Where all the brothers and sisters get together, said Where all the brothers and sisters get together, somebody I'm tellin' you people, for your information I'm tellin' you people, for your information [Verse 1: Ye] Them boys poppin' mad noise, gon' get what they asked for You know I paid cash for it, that dough runnin' fast forward They stealin' the swag, boy, you coulda just asked for it Want smoke? We could match, boy, I'm turnt to the max, boy Told you what the facts was, they gave me the axe for it Knew I would bounce back, Lord, 'cause you got my back, Lord They tryna attack, Lord, turned me into a pack, Lord That dough runnin' fast forward and I don't have to rap for it Yeah, he a bad boy And when I got baptized, I said a prayer, it went "Lord, please don't let me be like these rap guys" You need people like me So you can point your middle finger and say there go the bad guy [Verse 2: King Combs] Say bye to the bad guy, the life of a Bad Boy This mansion got ten rooms, there's none on my passport Guess that's what you mad for, the platinum spoon and fork My father's a hustler, it's not my fault that your dad's poor Can't take your bitch nowhere, no body, her ass small I post my girl once and now she all on the tabloids Two-hunnid on my wrist, it's matchin' the dashboard Free Puff 'til he back, boy, yeah, 'til he back, boy Some people got bad blood because of my black blood When they needed our help, they didn't have to ask for it They didn't have to ask for it, now I gotta tax for it Put ice up in my stones, these rocks made out of asteroids, I'm my dad's boy All that I ask, Lord I said a prayer, when don't turn your back on my family like these rat boys You need people like me So you can point your middle finger and say there go the Bad Boys Bad Boy