It makes it easier, easier to bear
 You won't regret it, no, no
 No, girl they won't forget it
 Love is their home
 Happiness yeah
 Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don't tease her
 Never leave her...

 [Jay-Z:]
 Sounds so soulful don't you agree
 I invented swag
 Poppin' bottles, puttin' supermodels in the cab, proof
 I guess I got my swagger back, [bad word]  New watch alert, Hublot's
 Or the big face Rollie I got two of those
 Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
 [bad word] back, snap back
 See my cut through the holes

 [Kanye West:]
 [bad word] Yeezy and Hov,
 Where the [bad word] ya been?
 Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen
 I adopted these niggas, Phillip [bad word] 'em
 Now I'm bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
 They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again
 They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
 Last week I was in my other other Benz
 Throw your diamonds up cause we in this [bad word] another 'gain

 [Jay-Z:]
 Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
 I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
 Uh, live form the Mercer [bad word] up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
 Flee in the G450 I might surface
 Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
 Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
 I'm never going to jail

 [Kanye West:]
 I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never going to [bad word]  Couture level flow, it's never going on sale
 Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
 Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
 I get it custom, you a customer
 You ain't ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh?
 And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off
 I'm done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa!

 [Jay-Z:]
 [bad word] to Havana
 Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas
 Viva Mexico, Cubano
 Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
 Driving Benzes, wit' no benefits
 Not bad huh? For some immigrants
 Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
 Can't you see? We gettin' money up under you

 [Kanye West:]
 Can't you see the private jets flyin' over you?
 Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?"
 Jay is chillin','Ye is chillin'
 What more can I say? We killin' ‘em
 Hold up, before we end this campaign
 As you can see, we done bodied the [bad word] lames
 Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
 And pray that all of their pain be champagne