Kanye West quotes

Everything I'm not made me everything I am

Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it

I guess every superhero need his theme music

Swear I should be locked up for stupid

that I did

But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph (Uh-huh! Yeah!)

Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire (Woo!)

It seem we livin' the American Dream

But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem

We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em

Things we buy to cover up what's inside

Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack

And the white man get paid off of all of that

Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis

My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother

So here's a few words from ya kid brother

If you admire somebody, you should go on 'head tell 'em

People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em

Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe

I’ve reached a point in my life where my Truman Show boat has hit the painting.

Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures

One good girl is worth a thousand bitches

George Bush doesn’t care about black people

So I live by two words: "Fuck you, pay me"

I don’t want to close any of the doors needed to create the best product possible. But my ego is my drug.

What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed?

I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three

First nigga with a Benz and a backpack

I don't take advice from people less successful than me

You know the best medicine go to people that's paid

If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS

And all the broke motherfuckers passed away

You tellin' me if my grandma's in the NBA

Let's have a toast for the douchebags

Let's have a toast for the assholes

Let's have a toast for the scumbags

Every one of them that I know

She got a light-skinned friend, look like Michael Jackson

Got a dark-skinned friend, look like Michael Jackson

Lock yourself in a room

Doing five beats a day for three summers

Dark Fantasy was my long, backhanded apology. You know how people give a backhanded compliment? It was a backhanded apology.

You see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything

There'd always be somebody that'll shoot down any dream

There'll always be haters, that's the way it is

Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A

You're my number one, with the lemonade

Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam, still

People lose hands, legs, arms, for real

Little was known of Sierra Leone

And how it connect to the diamonds we own

As kids, we used to laugh, who knew that life would move this fast?

Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass?

And I heard 'em say

Nothing's ever promised tomorrow, today

You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me

They say that they don't see what you see in me

You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see

You'll never find nobody better than me

The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest

Don't follow crowds. Follow the innate feelings inside of you.

You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless

Everybody wanted Yandhi

Then Jesus Christ did the laundry

I've been working this grave-shift

And I ain't made shit (Yeah, yeah)

I wish I could (Me, too) buy me a spaceship and fly (I swear I do)

'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

Father, forgive me, I'm scared of the karma

'Cause now I see women as somethin' to nurture

Not somethin' to conquer