[Pusha T:] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way up out this fucking kitchen A Birdseye view got me channeling my vision Turn one to two now the kilo's got a sibling Father knows best, wash my hands, all's forgiven
We kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors Walls full of safe's like they mausoleum doors Pussy getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's, no room for George
Yeah, the fear of God's in you motherfuckers This art imitate my life Your WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white Eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice My music's for your soul, inspiration for your life
Every dime made in his life more disastrous Help my young bitch see her way through her bachelors While my old bitch went back to get her Masters Same graduation, I was clapping in the rafters
The truth hurts every time it's revealed What goes around comes around, this is life's Ferris wheel Grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parallel park Kentucky derby on the grill
The fact that I'm free let's me know God is great Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate These rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fear Villain like Candyman, say my name and I'll appear
No weapon formed against me shall prosper Hakuna matata, feet up, sipping java Ey yo, strolling up the totem pole, what's my only problem? Scrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bed my toddler? So many hands raised as the band plays I'm here now, watch how many niggas plans change
[Kanye West:] And eventually answers to the call of Autumn All of them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted and some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?
I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school He said "take them glasses off and get in the pool" It's been a while since I watched the tube Cause like a crip said, "I got way too many blues for any more bad news" I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today They rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday And what's a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach? I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach My guy said I need a different approach Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke It ain't funny anymore try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic And end all of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it I'm going after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever. Who has it? You blowing up, that's good, fantastic That y'all, it's like that ya'll I don't really give a fuck about it at all Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about two things, my black balls
[Pusha T:] Uh, look, Uh uh I let you into my diary to admire me The making of this man, I let you see the higher me The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy I'm drawn from both sides, I am Siamese
The tug-of-war opens the door, entrada Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piñata And rolling kilos in Gymstrada, that's one saga One chapter of black magic, I'm Harry Potter
Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom And blossom, I swear this Vegas night was fucking awesome But adios, I blow my own dice before I toss 'em Loss some niggas, some other niggas double-crossed 'em Tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune
Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen Rick Flair with the flame, I'm muthafucking gorgeous, woah As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush did they paint me with [?] Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss But they devil-red, tires double tread I postin parks up, that gives me double head Tight rope walking, tryna keep a level head The bright lights blind, look at what the devil did YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
