The Producer

And they all lived happily ever after
And they all lived happily
And they all lived
And they all grew up

You can find me in the darkness
Layin' tracks just like a railroad
Ozwald, Versace, Vivianne, you get the message
I design them beats like Alexander thread them dresses
Ah-mmm

I be workin' on a Sunday
Mama told me that's a God day
I'm just tryna eat, yeah, I'm just tryna get a ticket
God bless the sin and no rest for the wicked
Ah-mmm

Man, they can't tell me nothing
Fuck yeah, I been on my grind
Yeah
One, two
Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (no-no)
Paid my dues and I did my time
Yes, I did

Now I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry
Wonderin' when is Father
Gonna take me right back up to the sky
'Cause it's been too long
Paintin' this picture
Watchin' paint dry
I'm the producer

Watchin' these Spielbergs fly, ah-mmm
All these Goslings (all these Goslings)
With Hollywood smiles (Hollywood smiles)
And I'm just the producer (the producer)
Tryna make a headline, ah-mmm

I been livin' with the phantom
He be holdin' me for ransom
Tryna climb the ladder, I'm just hopin' and a-wishin'
Money and the power, they don't come without ambition
Ah-mmm
Mother hung them baby pictures up
Ah-mmm

I was destined for some shit
But now I'm lookin' at the cuckoo clock
I'm countin' all them digits
Made some plans for life but now he's actin' like a bitch

Well, I sold myself so my mama don't have to cry
Wonderin' when the Father up in Heaven
Gonna give me my piece of the pie
'Cause it's been too long