[Verse 1: Pusha T] This is my time, this is my hour This is my pain, This is my name This is my power If it’s my reign, then it’s my shower This pole position I made a lane, ’cause they blocked ours Dope boys, block bleeders Gold diggers don’t stop either Motivation is misguided If we hit the mark, than it’s not needed Carry on, like a carry on On my side bitch I let tag along Call me daddy from a complex Cause her mother’s fucking with Mary mom No excuses, no regard Step on the brick like a promenade Twenty thousand on calling cards And I’m speaking spanish like Don Omar
[Hook] But I’m king push, this king push I rap nigga ’bout trap niggas I don’t sing hooks
[Verse 2: Pusha T] Fuck nigga, when the slide talk Miss me, with all the pie talk When them lights on you, and them letters big You point us out, just like an eye-chart But that’s my fault, my details on the sidewalk For eleven years, we seen better years We was sellin’ birds over the time port My first grammy was my first brick Red carpet, every bad bitch More BMF than billboard I got a label deal under my mattress
[Hook] Cause I’m king push, still king push I rap nigga ’bout trap niggas I don’t sing hooks
[Verse 3: Pusha T] Vultures to my culture Exploit the struggle, insult ya They name dropping ’bout caine copping But never been a foot soldier Let’s have another look, just get a little closer Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha In a cranberry roaster, inside track on the g rap poster Best d-boy all I’m missing is a dash Difference between me and Hova
[Hook] But I’m King Push, still King Push I rap nigga ’bout trap niggas I don’t sing hooksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
