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"DEAD" is a song by ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign), Future, and Lil Durk that was released as the thirteenth track from their second studio album, VULTURES 2, on August 3, 2024.[1] It was released as a single that same day and was later moved to the eighth track from the album.[2]

Production[]

The song's main background synth samples Future's 2022 song, "FOR A NUT".

Background[]

The song was initially made for Future and Lil Durk's now-scrapped collaborative mixtape before being given to Ye and Ty.[3] One of the earliest demos of the song features a 3-minute Kanye freestyle with minimal mumble with continuous mentions of the Jewish community, all of which had been cut from final release. Rapper Denzel Curry confirmed in an interview that he recorded a reference track for the song.[4]

The song was first previewed at the second VULTURES rave in Las Vegas on December 15, 2023.[5] It was not seen on any VULTURES 1 track lists until January 31, 2024, when North West was seen wearing a shirt with a new track list, listing "Dead" as the eighteenth and closing track.[6] The song did not release on VULTURES 1 but was played at a private listening party for VULTURES 2 on March 9, 2024, though the line mentioning "Jews" at the end was cut on this version.[7]

On July 2, 2024, a snippet of an early version of the song was leaked, in which Ye talks about Jewish stereotypes before claiming that we are all Jewish, hence the word "Jew-ish". The full freestyle leaked on October 5.[8] It is rumored that this version was recorded in between the Miami and Las Vegas listening parties.

Insiders stated that "DEAD" had not been worked on since May 3, and many fans thought the song had been scrapped.[3] However, the song surprisingly still released on the album. The song was updated twice after its release with better mixing.

Lyrics[]

[Intro]
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over
Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young n*gga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, yeah
My new bitch a whole mood, yeah
Top floor nights, I'm a movie
Fucked all her friends, she got two left
Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef'
I'm a dog, I DM my ex
She rockin' clothes from five days ago
It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (Brr)

[Verse 2]
Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead)
I put the switch on a ten (Dead)
This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead)
Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead)
I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'
I know a killer who forcin' my hand
Paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin'
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead)
Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)
I gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead)
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead)
Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead)
Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead)
Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (Dead, dead)
I fuck off a Lyft and then fuck her again (Dead, dead)
Went on my live and I upped a mill'
Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?
Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel
Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri
She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel
I took a pic with the switch in the mirror

[Chorus]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young n*gga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 3]
But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla
But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah
Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim
I'm still goin' ham, yeah, yeah
Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em
Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams
Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'
Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims
Custom interior, came with the him

[Refrain]
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (Gym)

[Verse 4]
Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?
Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey
You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty
You the reason why your friends bought new titties
You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me
Found out you fucked a n*gga that was cool with me
When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me
How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?
For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty
All I ever wanted was you to be true with me
House up in the hills like Drew, with me
Same house back in school that you drew with me
We both make mistakes, but is you with me?

[Refrain]
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me

[Intro]
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over
Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young n*gga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, yeah
My new bitch a whole mood, yeah
Top floor nights, I'm a movie
Fucked all her friends, she got two left
Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef'
I'm a dog, I DM my ex
She rockin' clothes from five days ago
It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (Brr)

[Verse 2]
Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead)
I put the switch on a ten (Dead)
This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead)
Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead)
I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'
I know a killer who forcin' my hand
Paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin'
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead)
Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)
I gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead)
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead)
Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead)
Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead)
Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (Dead, dead)
I fuck off a Lyft and then fuck her again (Dead, dead)
Went on my live and I upped a mill'
Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?
Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel
Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri
She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel
I took a pic with the switch in the mirror

[Chorus]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young n*gga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 3]
But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla
But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah
Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim
I'm still goin' ham, yeah, yeah
Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em
Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams
Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'
Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims
Custom interior, came with the him

[Refrain]
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (Gym)

[Verse 4]
Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?
Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey
You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty
You the reason why your friends bought new titties
You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me
Found out you fucked a n*gga that was cool with me
When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me
How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?
For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty
All I ever wanted was you to be true with me
House up in the hills like Drew, with me
Same house back in school that you drew with me
We both make mistakes, but is you with me?

[Refrain]
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
And I still keep some Jews with me
Management? Nah, I only let 'em do my jewelry

References[]

VULTURES 2
Singles
"SLIDE" • "BOMB" • "DEAD" • "FIELD TRIP" • "FOREVER ROLLING" • "LIFESTYLE" • "PROMOTION" • "RIVER" • "SKY CITY" • "SLIDE" • "CAN U BE" • "GUN TO MY HEAD"
Other tracks
"TIME MOVING SLOW" • "FRIED" • "ISABELLA" • "HUSBAND" • "FOREVER" • "530" • "MY SOUL"
Deluxe tracks
"TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS" • "BELIEVER" • "DRUNK" • "GUN TO MY HEAD" • "CAN U BE"
Chronology
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