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
Oswald, Versace, Vivienne, you get the message
I designed them beats like Alexander threads them dresses
Ah mmm
I be workin' on the 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 (ay ay)
Fuck yeah, I been on my grind
Yeah
One, two (yeah, yeah)
Kanye West, they can't tell me nothing (no, no)
Paid my dues and I did my time
Yes, I did (ay)

Now I
Sold my soul so my mama don't have to cry
Wonderin' when this feather 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 Spielberg's fly, ah mmm
All these Gosling's (all these Gosling's)
With Hollywood smiles (Holly-wooden 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 had those 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 my soul 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