[verse 1]
to all hustla's with the same interest
bow your heads as the lord's mention
prayer service held in the kitchen
i wish they never found jimmy henchmen
i'm what dreams are made of
cocaine ronald gave us
then nancy tried to save us
by that time we had motorola pagers
now we push button start motors
yacht owners, you small ballin, that's pot water
menage a trois' in the bath house
blew money on 'em, bitches never bad mouth
you glass slipper bad whores, i just cash out
you open doors, i open jaws and pass out
luxury is just my lifestyle
i'm scott free with a million dollar bright smile
[chorus]
you niggas gettin' money, i never hear about it
the bricks fell, i skip jail, live to tell about it
i'm what dreams are made of
i'm what dreams are made of
sell that p-ssy to me, i'd rather buy it baby
look at ya purse you need the help, you can't deny it baby
i'm what dreams are made of
i'm what dreams are made of
[verse 2]
yeah, louboutins under sweats
a hundred just landed on responding to a text
niggas talk money but i'm still unimpressed
when these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed
hip hop bores me, hustla's applaud me
too much school boy, not enough rude boy
nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy
and it aint even half of my safe, tuck like jew boy
bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
it says kilometres all on my speedometer
cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
i got the fever, i never took a breather
need a way out like nas needed an ether
like mike vick chased by peta
more pony hairs, more zebras
more pythons, more lizards
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, never throw up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitchesout with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-up gang? done hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, then you add fame
That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin' like the rebels
You and LV Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle
[Hook: Pusha T]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Pharrell said "get 'em", so I got 'em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game
I'm a problem cause I wanna f-ck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my french, I'm going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's lips
Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin' since I mentioned Reptar's
Triceratops dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
As a musk like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britches
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm a f-cking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin' west side!
With the speakers blastin' two pots
Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
Thinkin' that this 'Preme wasn't free willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And f-ckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils
It's Wolf Gang and the
[Pusha T]
With the re-up's a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine's a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
Two different words, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry
When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You'll never finish me
[Kanye West - Hook]
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh,
I’ma need you to touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it,
Shit, do something
Do something
Can you just touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it,
Shit, do something
Do something
[Pusha T - Verse 1]
Please, pretty please
I just wanna see you down on your pretty knees
Or maybe you could touch it
See where it leads
Go head just beat it, like you was billy jean
You grown and you sexy, you following the fiend
That coconut Ciroc, see thats all we really need
You in college now, so you too old to tease
I hoping you can polish like Pledge what I need
And I aint being selfish, we can’t call it greed
Cause I return the favour like playing to the screen
I’m moving too fast, cause just when I believe
You came to shut it down like Drake and the Dream
[Kanye West - Hook]
[Pusha T - Verse 2]
Yeah, she claiming that she didn’t know
How to kiss it like she standing under miseltoe
My love game got you feeling so official though
I let you referee, just let your whistle blow
I’m never out of bounds, I’m on a higher ground
I’m never empty handed, coming from out of town
The Commes De Garcons, Christian Louboutin
The J Brand jeans look like you drew em on
I don’t deny it, baby I just buy it
Once I get the mood right, maybe you should try it
Alas, I’m past on my past
I ran like the flash and I saved the best for last
[Kanye West - Hook]
Touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it
Do something, uh uh, do something
See we can take it slow, or we can take it there
I’m thinking lap dance and you should take a chair
We both give a little, we just play it fair
You this back and forth, for me it’s kinda rare
Put out cards on the table, lets play truth or dare
Let your hair down, I don’t have you pegged as a square
Just let loose as you ride in that ruthless
You my new girl, you allowed to give me goose neck
We dont give a damn who’s watching
Me slowing down, not an option
And the buck hair’s waving in the wind
You are such a champ how you take it on the chin
[Kanye West - Hook]
Just touch it, touch it, touch it
Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it
Shit, do something, do something
Would ya please, touch it, touch it
Could ya please kiss it, kiss it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the don't loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
started with 28 grams and a hammer
bitch look at me now, tony montana
gave me 2 options, hell or the slammer
they forgot the third, i'm on top, antenna
winter time, bags at the mall, bad santa
plaza atlanta
twinkle toe, louis vuitton, hoes love glamour
black and white diamonds in the chain, that's panda
good music calendar, death jam planner
now everybody fans, in the fields got cameras
of white top on the coup like dandruff
turning k's over white girls
that's standard,
he asked to get 20 more, that's random
see the signs, cut the nigger short, that's cancer
kill them and kiss his mama chick, that's manners
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the don't loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice
(ft Raekwon, Joell Ortiz)
King Push
Rizor
Razor
Execution
The devil is a lie you ain't Brooke Bran
till you taste the devil's pie
they say is last sounds like an angel when he cry
with better camouflage when the hallo you disguise
them wings don't fly, your traitor is your neighbor
at your front port in his hand do your paper
best roll on but the swards and the kneef
and you wanna see your blood is the cause in the street
is the mark of the beast
the me shell inherit the earth
the we shell inherit the dirt
you each should have parent the birth
still born on boarded every street tax gotta come with the naughty
even your life or your love was
street razor or snub gun from the village what a thug's from
same corner that you copin know your drugs from
here hero but he un-song I'm the one
I'm the one, yeah
hey y'all homie
the chain is as 36 new when improve
now make a move these guns whistle see your love
you got big mouth you know power
in front of the bank with no dollars got the nerve to switch cruise
we better than the rest of my guest is the..
and all the money we got the move like the mexicans
the caughts out come out..a large scale and scars deal
I f*** with guff now, we're lost ill,
yeah this fresh straight out of Bermuda
we chillin on the beach and broke a cheaper with tuner
salads and palaces oh, we smoke up and..
passing all balances a bread to the..since
1984 was just more then we would come for a rightful rockin night..than war
a real invention I came from my.. who blew up
now throw the grew up, that's my redemption
Drug dealer been that half my life
drug dealer been that half of my life
you soak it but you ain't never seen them
imagine being first name bases with the king ping
Gone I was losing this neighbor
you wouldn't believe some of these days these people do for this paper
moving with lazes on the..make the move you make the paper lose
lose situation swear the blood you get to choose what you bathin
the chemist cook work the runners foot work
customs took work,
the soldiers put work on any of these mother f** to fu** a good work
bosses tell em good work, that's just had a hood work
north face bubble with, 8 bumbles under rate
go front upper smile while I was hugging it
I lied I wasn't lose it for his neighbor
he knew I'm f*** with,
my mom's through that snow and I know that I would hustle it
champ hoodie mom goose with the pegs
clap your stupper your mom ducks in the leg
has beef yell in street, I beat right and down and try to beat
f*** everything not heavy swing,
second hand swept the cross that pretty brat ling
and that need to sun hunder sheavy thing had a ling whatever bring
fedy in steadily I fed my whole team
Drug dealer been that half my life
drug dealer been that half of my life
you soak it but you ain't never seen them
imagine being first name bases with the king ping
In this auto-war my pink stroke is Picasso
let's get the picture I ain't gotta pink the nastrus
you know my origin is over win, fed black sing it over organs
die for a dollar proud you don't swallow
you say that's for a warm you're buying red bottoms
yeah, that's the price you gotta pay for
all fan loving war she mascarade for
Jackaline and push, tricka triff I earned it off the books
now listen to me then when you seat and watch
like tiars me and spend shot from everywhere but they never make up then
night ain't shining normal, now sting me from the villain
'cause my vision says your karma
fear is nowhere and you're ..
is music to my soul 'cause it's death before the sana
Get my chain, get my chain
This GOOD music
You sweet to me: Diabetes, Peace treaties
Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties
Carrying the torch, the Olympic 4 rings
I'm a javelin throw from the crowning of the king
I hear 'em whisper like a hummingbird sings
Of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring
Now the wolves out hunting for your bling
As you preyin' on the bitches with the lowest self-esteem
It's a common running theme
Victim or vice Lord, disciple or black stone
What you looked at Christ for?
We in the last days, fire or the ice storm
Wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord
Lets be honest, the cards on the table
Jealousy's a sin, Cain killed Abel
Backstabber, Ceasar had Brutus
It's hard to weed 'em out
Even Jesus had Judas
i wake up, early in the morning
around the crack of dawning
wave to my neighbors like wassup? wassup?
and ...tad it up, get bang in my truck
everybody in my city show me love
because i have the speakers going hammer
speakers going hammer, speakers going hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer
the dough boy version yeah
back up in this bitch niggers free to go
it was all good just a key ago
price for the 20 all i need to know
still moving snow like it's 3 below
you trace hard while i keep card
you niggers little bees to the base guard
i've been cooking, is you mistooking?
shot town plug got the city junking
jivon she motorcycle leathers,
mad max 5 stacks before i look this weather
small circle bad bitches all think they clever
the mix 1 whole shape and recycle better
sit them on a curve when i'm done with them
she oblivious a girl wanna come with them
can't blame off another niggers can't run with them
husein bolt through these bitches then i'm done with them
i wake up, early in the morning
around the crack of dawning
wave to my neighbors like wassup? wassup?
and ...tad it up, get bang in my truck
everybody in my city show me love
because i have the speakers going hammer
speakers going hammer, speakers going hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer
the dough boy version yeah
see i could tell you ain't gonna be around long
you ain't doing enough motherfucking homework on you nigger
[Verse 1:]
In one short year, I've turned dreams to nightmares
Let the gods of the game know I'm right here
To you new muthafuckas, Buzz Lightyears
Ahead of y'all, so be careful on that tightrope
I inspire all the rappers that you might quote
Lookin' down on you niggas like white folk
You're entitled to believe all your high hopes
When you can fool anybody with the right hoax
Let you sing to 'em, emotionally cling to 'em
With no pillow, you just sellin' a dream to 'em
Weakest niggas throwin' shots, I just lean through 'em
I just laugh at 'em, fuck is he doin'?
[Hook:]
I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it [x3]
It's so obvious; in my clothes you can smell it
[Verse 2:]
Take a glimpse of my life as I walk through it
Powder everywhere, like I drug the chalk through it
Catty-corner penthouse as I park-view it
Hit the jackpot; bulls-eye, dart through it
Music; I talk through it, it's an art to it
Let the critics praise, let the charts do it
As I burn through this money, no thought to it
I just shop through it; cook and chop to it
Move Heavy D; I shewop [?] to it
We got our own thing; drop the top to it
This is block music; Wacka Flock to it
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'm so raw, runnin' from the law
A nigga got rich from what yous sort through a straw
Here to raise the bar; chain, no flaws
Say it's whiplash when I let my neck thaw
In that two-door, no rims on the car
The hate is so thick, you can cut it with a saw
See what I saw, the best getting better
Look, but can't touch; I'm a muthafuckin' leper
Q-dog steppa, Stomp The Yard better
K-I-L; I'm just waiting on a letter
Oh, there it is; let the triple beam measure
Re-Up is the gang and we bettin' whatever
[Pusha T]
I'm only in the company of Kings
I made a power move and it's everything it seems
Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream
Standing on the shoulders of 20,000 fiends
Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it
F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA)
One letter short but still muthaf-ck the DA.
We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
Combination locks to the kilo's that I hold
Leopard print Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin, gears of war, any of them top floors
35 large took you right out the top draw
Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw
[Pharrell]
It's like rain, spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A n-gga wanna sing but he is the dopest
Watch that n-gga disappear, hocus pocus
Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing
Unless he is an insomniac, he dying to dream
[50 Cent]
You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
I went from countin' Jelly donuts to taking the most
From my high school sweetheart to f-cking with hoes
Look I'm all grown up and I dun blown up
N-gga aint much changed, in fact, things are the same
I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger
You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya
I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood
Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I'm bad news, you n-ggas know the verdict, I'm filthy
Drop Phantom is milky
White on white, 24 inch blades of steel
Red eye smoking that bomb shit
N-ggas surprised, 50 back on fire
50 back running round this bitch strapped
Hitman for hire
[Hook]
[Pusha T]
I sit with the liars, ducktape and tyres
Been lost their soul
They just waiting on the fire
Innocent faces with a shit load of prior's
Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers
Deep sea dive for the fishscale
Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale
Take a record head back if that shit fail
Drop weight like an anchor than you set sail
Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
Engine double scream when I turn the key over
Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller
Bitche's double team when I have my sleep over's
Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music
Test it on ya tongue or watch a fiend do it
I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it
Do you wanna make pies? Yes, I wanna make pies.
Let me see it in your eyes, I wanna make pies.
Then try this exercise.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Pirate's big pants, watch birds break-dance,
I measure the perfect, the product's in great hands.
You want the sports, cook it to the owls,
For such a deal in 12 thousand on my king coil.
God, couple diamonds, kick it, delloy it.
Roger federal, Rolex, my wrist royal.
Yeah, guillard, trunks for luggage,
Tell 'em, Dominic, the pleasant not the suggage.
Oh, it's only luxury, you know I got it,
It's life's goal and you can't live without it.
Take a look at it, Jimmy closet.
Wild world upon men in velinciadas.
Sponse it, the next turn trip, hold up, we need monsters.
This deep booty who made mobsters.
Now you break bread and we crack lobsters.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Since we on the topic, let me be obnoxious
Bitch that ain't no paper, that shit fit in pockets
These Balenciagas, Philip Lim, the joggers
This ain't just no style war, this right here is Shottas
Look at how these watches, hold these diamonds hostage
I just paid that ransom, stuntin' on you biatches
We shoppers, you bloggers, if money talks, you mumblers
You try it on then take it off, then post a pic on yo Tumblrs
We tumblers, we acrobats, we jugglers
We flip that, it somersault, we get it back cause we hustlers
It's heatin' up, we fired up like Waco
Op open your open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy!
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy!
open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy!
[Verse 1]
Seeing is believing, believe when you see it
They saying I'm the best, sh-t, I'm just trying to be it
They tie me to a mountain of it, I just try to ski it
Long distance wireless Kinect like I Wii it
W, double I, spelled so you could see it
Cause it's way over their heads when I Ray Allen 3 it
I'm Rondo on the Bongos, when giving you my convo
We ain't been home since you was snatched out The Congo
Toast to progress as I'm staring out my condo
Made it this far and I ain't never been a tonto
EEUUGHKK!, as you compare me to a f-cking rookie
You can't respect the new school when you played Hookie
Cooked white turn to tan, so the world is snooky
School of Hard Knocks, look at where the game took me!
To the limit like Montana with better grammar
Bigger homes, with bigger guns and better cameras.
Open your, open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy!
[Verse 2]
I've never pitched a penny in a wishing well, never!
I laid it all on a fishing scale! Yes!
And in April it hung from a kitchen nail
Straight from my memoirs as I kiss and tell
Big faces like Rushmore,touch more
Flash and trail blazer transcend us, look to us for
The next mission when the tie dries up
With no inner vision yet they eyes wide shut!
Fifteen years of ducking spies like us
Confidential informers disguise like us
Jail doesn't resignate with guys like us
Told Wesley at the Oscars to slide like us
Didn't listen so prison is what they did to him
I'm counting, unscathed millions is what they hear through him
Same principles you must have heard
Lohan's get the breaks, the T.I.'s, we just stare through them..
Open your, open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
[Verse One- Hodgy Beats]
Prometh flow for the slow sippers
And if you on your paper chasing, I'ma roll with ya
About an onion, it odors a bag of Funyuns
Bitches packaging dozens, fuck 'em until they malfunction
I laugh my ass off, taking shots like a gunman
I don't hunt game, muthafucker, I hunt men
Take 'em to the back of my pick-up truck to rot them
Kill a f-ckin' superhero, I watch the Watchmen
I'm a super-negro, my watch the rocks in
My Glock that's cocked, loaded, and ready to lock in
Who's sending niggas to the dirt? Ostriches
Captain holding them captive fucking hostages
Create carnage from cartridges, eating the heart of pigs
To murder, homicide's a part to live with that
Grab your Teflon, ammunition, and your gat
Unless you wanna get shitted on like porn scat
[Hook- Pusha T]
Oooh, you ain't sayin' nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope the Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh, you ain't sayin' nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream, opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope the Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh
[Verse 2 – Pusha T and (Liva Don)]
Hey Hodgy, hey Tyler, don't mind us
(We kill 'em all, 50 shots, fuck kindness
In all black Versace dressed in the finest)
We sell it all, even the drugs are designers
Gangsta bitches, Red Monkeys for the ecstasy
(Fuck it, take 'em all, overdose the recipe
Let them hoes show they true colors) crew lovers
Passed around like a cold (It's a zoo of us)
Two brothers, add two others just the news of it
Make the net crash, the ultimate "Who done it?"
(And who knew Sarah Palin with the sniff type daughter knocked up
But she was knocking down Glen Rice)
Been nice since the Wolf Gang was baby pups
(Golf Wang full grown, now they crazy fucks)
Add two dope boys known for taping up
(Kick in the door, now the world ain't safe enough)
[Hook]
[Verse 3 – Tyler the Creator]
Spit bars, this hard, teen sixteen bars
I'm fucking the game when it's vagina got my dick scarred
Um, sure it's 'Preme button up floral
Stack of money, dark shades, looking like a fucking tourist
Or it's the Tourettes that my fucking neck have
I'm like a average nigga in the 20's of the 18's
And I'm not even 20, dropped a classic at my 18
A crazy motherfucker, maybe I should be my stepdad (Come here son)
The wolves finally reconcile
At Interscope office with a bunch of fucking pedophiles
While mouth watering, this shit is sick and fucking vile
Trying to fuck my destiny, they couldn't find another child
I can't be bothered with paying homage to forefathers
See the future like the car show floor models
Both feet in the snow so that my core follows
We done more for the dead n-gger, we pour bottles
Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos
Started with similac powder in a baby bottle
Yeah, the formula is warning ya
Crack kills, offerings to the coroner
Kill my eldest brother, n-gger I'll be damned
Gator at my mama house, welcome to zombie land
A hustler's paradise, a lucky paradise
Down 40 but the street gonna have you square by night
Didn't bat an eye at it kept a poker face
Cause the better eye at it had a coco base
When you get to heaven's door, they won't hold a space
If you know me after flesh on a smokers face
There's no feeling like your bitch chin-chilling right
You in italian leather and you full willing right
You know you up when you can count a quarter million right
And if you're down you can slang it like a pillow fight
I'm a wizard at it, n-gger here's the magic
Make a small town feel like I throw a blizzard at it
Get the green from the scale like the lizard had it
Bear witness as I unveil this instant classic, yes
My God, my God, my God, yes
My God, my God, yes
Yeah, the second comings in the second verse
The verse coming still here so I need a hearse
I got a voodoo doll, every time I pin the verse
Not only do they say they feel it but they say it hurts
No pain to gain, n-gger, they say i'm heating up, welcome to the flame n-gger
No matter the success, still the same n-gger
I only change when the new body came n-gger
Aero dynamic, roof panoramic, my credit score let the dealer take full advantage
Paid over sticker price, cash under handed
The old 12 a year early, I'ma time baby
Gotta time manage, when you heaving snow
Able to drop it on a 30 and be free to go
money on my mind, money on my mind
you see, the only real money is fast money
and with these niggers walk around with, that's little flash money
baby don't buy it
i know he's a player, but he's not gonna spend it
he's been put for much too long, so trust me
they thought i lay dead, i was playing pass'em
spot me everywhere with the 8 like king goslin
niggers think they sit at the top, they just pasturing
now they hid their head like an ostrich
optimist prime and they go wing
feeling like i transform niggers still hands on
whip me like a sandstorm, had the to sell it in a damn prom
get you higher angelo, the author of this ant thumbs
your punch lines are mere jabs, they see through
like the clip glass on that coup...pass
money on my mind like my pillow is a vault
you niggers is soft so when that pillow's where you talk
can't fight it in them dealers, actresses on mattresses
your real chance to loving you bachelors, i laugh at them
don't you know that it's money over bitches
bitches love money, i granting them 3 wishes push
shout out my nigger don c, aka jivon don c,
didn't even know that you got an aka digit, ahaha
always in that fly shit, mike t, warrup? bring it
or should i say in a national marcus paw, refresh, yeah
the fear of gods in these motherfuckers
you can act like don't hear this shit man
Look at my situation, I couldn't ask for more
I'm the real Situation, I should be on Jersey Shore
Look what that kilo sent me
That Porsche is keyless entry
That girl is high and drunk I swear the rest is elementary
We found a superfreak, no, she won't know what hit her
I'm on my Rick James, minus the beads and glitter
You've got to beg my pardon, this shit here is money talking
You don't get good dick to often, I'mma have you funny walking
See that shit I pull up parking, make your neck snap the f-ck off it
Damn, too late you lost it, back to that world you lost in
[Intro: excerpt from "Scarface"]
Don't fucking go crazy on me, okay?
Just remember last year at this time
we were in a fucking cage, okay?
(You remember
I'd like to forget that)
I say be happy with what you've got
(You be happy
Me, I want what's coming to me)
Oh, well what's coming to you?
(The world chico
[Intro: swizz beatz]
If you got a whip outside right now (right now)
And you really about that life
Put your keys in the air right now, damn!
[hook]
That louie, my cologne when i'm ridin' in that lambo
Assault rifles in the back like rambo
Ridin' in that lambo, ridin' in that lambo
Assault rifles in the back like rambo
Oh my god i'm in this ho
Oh my god i'm in this ho
Oh my god i'm, oh my god i'm
Oh my god i'm in this ho
In this ho, i'm in this ho
Oh my god i'm in this ho
Oh my god i'm, oh my god i'm
Oh my god i'm in this ho (wait a minute)
That louie my cologne when i'm ridin' in that lambo
Assault rifles in the back like rambo
(talk to 'em pusha)
[verse 1: pusha t]
Woah, i'm pullin' up in that shit (damn)
Four fifty eight on that bitch
Doors liftin' up on that shit
Ho, you see the shit on my wrist?
Oh my god i'm in this ho, oh my god i'm in this ho
Yeah i'm fuckin' that centerfold
Fuck you all in my business for?
You ain't talkin' 'bout gettin' dough
You ain't talkin' 'bout gettin' more
Lakers heat, camera seats
That's the difference between rich and poor
Recognize i jeopardize that top spot and they testify
They ate first and i'm next in line
We back to back and he pass baton
I point my chest at that finish line
This art money, this renaissance
My chain heavy, it's winning time
See all colors, this benetton
[hook]
[verse 2: swizz beatz]
Vroom, vroom, i ride around like this
Swizz, i'm back up on my shit
Haters, got to suck the dick
Agh, y'all can get them clips
I'm ridin' 'round in that countach
Candy paint on that countach
White seats on that countach
Have you ever seen a countach?
Red farm i'm in red action
Came back i'm like michael jackson
Woo! Michael jackson
Wait a minute, let me slow it down
For you dumb niggas that slower down
Damn, damn, i just crashed it
But i'm 'bout to get another one you little bastards
I earned my name just like Marlo
Gripped everywhere at a Flex car show
I declare war, letting all you rappers know
Red light, yellow light, green light, go
Chequered flag shit, matching bag shit
Monaco Grand Prix, snap back backwards
Don C joint with the python accents
The bitch still hissing, snake charmers magic
Some shit dont change, ya life aint like mine
Missin' dope money sends chills up my spine
Closed the motorised blinds, got a seal and a stamp
B.O. double S's, that Camaro aint mine that Phantom's double breasted
Got me feeling like Hov in that bubble Lexus
[Pusha T]
It's like an itch you can't scratch
It's like a bitch you can't shake
I still want it
Sleeping with the finest
The thread count is bindless
Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus
In this climate I'm Kareem Burke tied in
The Roc silent partner I aint throwing up the diamond
Throwin' on the sherwin, collars up, bottles up
Sparkles to the table, got em feeling like he's Merlin
Whirlwind, powder makes your World spin
Learn from OG's, Alpha Romeo's and Sterling
Updated that, upgraded that
Suffocation blue, in the inside's potato sacks
Yeah, talk money, I'm made of that
Cocaine parties, like the 70′s I cater that
You know what fame is?
Sittin with the women of your dreams and forgettin' what her name is
You know what pain is?
Flushing 2 bricks and have a n-gga try to strain it out the drainage
[Hook]
See my face on the news and it aint Tivo
I still wanna sell kilo's
It's like I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the rico
I still wanna sell kilo's
Searching for the fish scale like I'm tryna find Nemo
I still wanna sell kilo's
Thats what happen's when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilo's
[Rick Ross]
Grew up watching momma car repoed
A little n-gga staring through the peep hole
How you think I felt knowing daddy wasn't there
Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets
When we talking business, talking on the phone cease
Feds listening to conversations through my own star
piecing puzzles together solving homocides ?
Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out
Red Velour, I'm in the white glass house
Half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale
Fiddling dope a real n-gga sell yayo
Everyday a n-gga dies than we can't ask why
Show em all love, the bitches f-cked on the side
Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church
Rolls Royce called ?, trunk full of work
[Hook]
See my face on the news and it aint Tivo
I still wanna sell kilo's
It's like I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the rico
I still wanna sell kilo's
Searching for the fish scale like I'm tryna find Nemo
I still wanna sell kilo's
Thats what happen's when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilo's
[Ab Liva]
Testarossa top models, G4′s, Gucci pass the crease off
Everything I climb in, I win
Richer male, ?, remarkable timing
Black label everything, logo's in the lining
Bell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper head
Powder smoke clears through the walking dead
The Rose bottles pour for the Champions
You think it was a Grammy win
Celebration spills through the morning like an ambion
Bithces love my ambience
Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi Gras
Thousand n-ggas deep, never needed body guards
Thousands keys that I'm about to do pilates on
Where the Kings crowned like the grill a Maserati's on
Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper
blew a fuse and caught a body on
Cocaine storaging
Liva living dreams, ya DeLoreans pouring in
But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"
She love it (She love it)
Every beat of the drum, she sprung
She say I make her wanna touch it
She love it (She love it)
She make me wanna touch it
I love it (I love it)
We buzzin', yeah
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker
Higher than a motherfucker, yeah
Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em
Known to replace 'em
Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em
Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians
Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her
Get caught cheating, and I gotta let you stick me up
Let you shop til you drop as a pick-me-up
Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the burglary
But these bands lit the whole store like Hercules
Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads
Passports peed on the wall in arm's reach
Paddle-shipped and push-buttoned, no car keys
The pent houses are poolside with palm trees
She love it
Every beat of the drum, she sprung
She say I make her wanna touch it
She love it (She love it)
She make me wanna touch it
I love it (I love it)
[Kevin Cossom - Chorus]
I'm feelin myself, Pause!
One more cup and I might take off
Seems like haters never take a night off
But you know I'ma tell them that they can get lost
Cause I'm feelin myself, it's my world
I'm spending money like a rich white girl
I'm go ball like I'm 7 feet tall
I don't know about yall, but I'ma get off, cause I'm feelin myself
[Pusha T - Verse 1]
Oh, what a feelin, the champagne is spilling
All this dirty money got me bathed in them millions
Came out unscathed from the days of my dealing
The driver of that car was a ?
Still up on my nino, smelling like a kilo
But I'm down and fresh soft white like my pillow
Feelin myself so if he know like we know
Cross that line and get shot like a free throw
Rather be on fire at the tables out in Vegas
Under bright lights, middle finger to you haters
In a perfect world, just my guns and my girl
We shine like diamonds and pearls, and I'm feelin myself
[Kevin Cossom - Chorus]
[Pusha T - Verse 2]
Baby take your chance, never mind what you're hearing
I can change your life tell me what are you comparing
Put you on the red carpet tell them what you're wearing
Shop till you drop they say sharing is caring
More's in my winnings, we can share opinions, like baby steps
We can share beginnings, walk before you run, but she so independent
And I could see us fly, the sky is the limit
We so real, got my own quarter mill
Counting money on the bed, watching Deal no Deal
In a perfect world, just my guns and my girl
We shine like diamonds and pearls, and I'm feelin myself
[Kevin Cossom - Chorus]
[Pusha T - Verse 3]
I propose a toast to every living kingpin
Smart enough to deligate their work to their wing man
Keep a bad bitch on the arm of my bling hand
Play my cards right, now I'm looking at a dream hand
Yeah, got you looking at my poker face
No joker see it, you can call me smoking ace
In a perfect world, just my guns and my girl
We shine like diamonds and pearls, and I'm feelin myself
Bitches going now, the top is coming down,
I'm just showing out, the money's coming in.
Bitches going now, the top is coming down,
I'm just showing out
Who's ordinary is, in the open really is,
I feel sorry for you, niggers, a problem he really is.
A kilo, yeah, he did, fast came, yeah, he slip,
Many think I'm crazy, 'cause I talk the shit I really did.
It's not imaginary, I'm no illusionist,
These are the ones that you look up to who influence this.
I crashed the hottest cars, flew in the newest bitch,
Who showed the village how to fish through all this foolishness?
Get your money, 'cause the folks are coming ruining this,
When the block is red hot, who the fuck is cool as this?
Cool as two fans steering with two hands,
Exotic queen jaba, I'm purched like a two king.
We get 'em in and get 'em off,
It's hard now, it was soft,
Drop it in your park, watch it bubble,
Think it's all, now watch it double.
Cocaine, real game, in the fast lane for my wrist gain,
Champagne, campaign, this hippie, man, we got air time.
More than a hustler, more than a team boy,
I push it, unevail, say I'm on steroids,
These diamonds stood heavy, giving me killoids.
Money follow pricks in the u hall, is a decoy.
I sold d-rugs to all these t-hugs,
These pony hair lubitons feel like beach fuzz,
Support every bad bitch that you could think of,
With something special with you all when we make love.
And big girls don't cry, they just stick their hand out and see what I'm about.
She know I'm like casino, money to the sky,
Sell a bitch a dream, even the pillow is a lie.
We get 'em in and get 'em off,
It's hard now, it was soft,
Drop it in your park, watch it bubble,
Think it's all, now watch it double.
Cocaine, real game, in the fast lane for my wrist gain,
Champagne, campaign, this hippie, man, we got air time.
The money's coming in, the bitch is going out,
The top is coming down, I'm just showing out,
'Cause I'm a show-off, this rap shit is a throw off,
I can't concentrate, 'cause I'm getting all this blow off.
Take all off, the sun let it roll on
My back, 'cause my neck stay cool and get a call off
That's just when the go off, see, I'm on my go-in,
My drop cold fresh selling base like the low in
What's the scenario? Like it's ready, go
Horses roll tide under the hood like a pair of gloves.
Live fast, die young, nigger, ready- go
Wear your suit tight so you're dressed for your burial.
We get 'em in and get 'em off,
It's hard now, it was soft,
Drop it in your park, watch it bubble,
Think it's all, now watch it double.
Cocaine, real game, in the fast lane for my wrist gain,
The nerve of you, he'll sit and clip at your lines like he ain't heard of you
I seen it happen before, that man will murder you.
The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in but the whole while clonin'
The elephant's in the room, the bitch glowin'.
Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn-in
She walk like its hers but the whole world knowin'.
Told n—as it's the new god flow
It's that new testament and that old god* knows
And you new n—as don't get to pass GO
I'll monopolize boardwalk empire flow
So don't mention me in the same breath, I'm Genghis
Just venting I never wish to be famous
Truth told I'd much rather be strangers
Before it leads to me turnin' niggas to angels
Local niggas hatin' but I can't blame 'em
Cleared the road to the riches but I can't pave 'em
Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn't save 'em
Better chance with a snowball hittin' Satan
Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you
when you muthaf–kers thought I would barely survive
Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like they boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores
I'm just the one to send you off, bonjour
See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint
Skins vs blouses, you mirror Prince
Chappelle Show, all of your Neal Brennans
Sketch comedy, who is for real penning?
The talk don't match the leather
The swag don't match the sweaters
And wolves don't walk with shepherds
These Margiela verses all of you mall dwellers
Off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers
Coffins for my old bitches' orphans
Daddy's MIA like a dolphin
Play the Fendi bucket like a sharks fin
Cool J-ing on you bitches but I'm dark-skinned
We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by At the US Open, there's much more to Queens
Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene
Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you
when you muthaf–kers thought I would hardly survive
I went ahead and asked God for forgiveness
So now I'm just asking you to listen
I'm living in a World where my truth can be my lynching
[Diddy]
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
These niggas head's is too light
Put the Fear of God in these niggas Pusha
[Pusha T]
It's like the changing of the guards
We changing out the frauds
Gave these lions heart like my name ended in oz
Long time coming, Sam Cooking up these bars
Still Eddy Caning see the fiends sunk in jaws
Pusha ton, pledge allegiance to the raw
No dope dealer that escape without a scar
I'm Buddy Lee so lucky me, see I'm home
Wish I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone
Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
So as I embark, this where the begin start
I write my own happy ending, nigga pen sharp
My life's a Kodak moment, I need a frame for it
The Penthouse's bed needs a crane for it.
I'm fuckin on it, exotic bitch out the rainforest
So many bitches it's a blur, I take the blame for it
God in heaven knows what I feel inside
Responsible for all this inner-city genocide
I'll be damned if I lay? camp is villify
As I up lift this arch for them ceiling high
I can identify with your one death
We lose thousands over here, you speakin one breath
Outsiders looking in like using one ref
My zip cam point of view to you is one step
Closer to clarity, not a parody
How cocaine single handedly carried me
Escaped clever through the fox hole narrowly
They kick dirt up on my name until they bury me
I just shake it off, then I shake a leg
A lot of time to make up is what Jacob said
The fans fell for your act, I tell you break a leg
Then guns shots going off that'll awake the dead
Coming live in direct from Abu Dhabi
Recorded in Emirate's palace
I bring to you the Fear of God
Noah on the boards. Steven Victor on the camera
Virgil whatup?
They say it took confidence
I just call it patience
Cause I had too much pride to take this motherfucking cadence
Now when the feds watch me, private paparazzi
Still chasing me for war crimes like a Nazi
Against all odds see the judge tried to Pac me
Lucky dice roll got my lawyers screaming "Yatzhee"
Who the fuck can stop me run away freight train
Mike Vick's redemption, big doggin like a great dane
12 cylinders 50 grams of willing ya
These rappers get away with pushing child Illingers
Now it's hard feelings... I just put my ceiling up
Planetarium push, the Imax experience
They say I talk coke for 9 years long
That means my rap sheet is more than 9 years strong
You niggas would have thought that I was 9 years gone
But I am still in the mix like 9 ounces and a straw
Nigga get your bag on
Bitch get your bag on
Balenciaga Hobo so heavy that you drag home
Yeah, see my verse I let you tag along
Swim in the oasis of this drug dealer Babylon
3 bitches 3 different flights
Glad it was 4 sides at that Paul Williams fight
The Wynn, the Bellagio, the Palms 3 nights
As long as they are separated they are my three blind mice
You can't just rap this; the same mindset
That had me hiding in the mattress, now got me round the atlas
Wish every dough boy could get a crack at this
They say when one ends, that begins a new chapter
Can I live?
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so dont push me cuz Juicy J be on some Mob shit
Waitin by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain’t no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, Got a gun that could really do it
You niggas is playin wid real niggas money
Get funny, one day you is the plug
Next day you’re in the dumpster
Couldn’t keep it one hundred
You’re thirty-two percent
The police got you on a leash nigga you is a bitch
[Hook]
Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain’t no arcade, nigga so quit playing!
It’s eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing
Give yo' ass body work that we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the clan
This ain’t no arcade, so quit playing!
It’s eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You don’t know about this life nigga
Earnin all of these stripes nigga
Kilograms, Peter Pans, Pack holders on bikes nigga
Throwin bitches on flights nigga
They don't know that they're dykes nigga
'Til the money’s out and the bottles pouring
They’re in the mix that they like nigga
Rose gold all on my wrist
This rolex like devil piss
This daytona illuminate
Yall think I'm talking that devil shit
It’s fifty racks no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it’s rebel shit
Its more guns, its more bodies
We call shots they nobody
They fuck niggas they owe prolly
Who's fuckin wit me nobody!
When the guns drawn they’re so sorry
Sprayin niggas now the Lord got em
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck Wid my money and i’ll hit you that body work!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Bad bitches on deck nigga
Money power respect nigga
Cop, cook, collect nigga
You was never no threat nigga
Erybody be rap dissin
I catch niggas I check niggas
These goons wid me dont spit no verse
Just limo service dey stretch niggas
Black 'maro 2 S nigga
Couple birds on my neck nigga
Erytime them hoes see me
Dey like Meek Milly you a mess nigga
2 gats no vest nigga
Strapped up like i’m a cowboy
Stand tall like that Yao boy
Got a bad bitch she 5"4
This gold roley thats on my wrist
Lephrachun prolly die for
Young boys thats on my strip
Will kill anything I say ride on
Tell them niggas call us if they're out of work
Cuz we lifting weights but we dont do no body work
[Verse 4: French Montana]
Shout my lawyer all the crazy shit I ever did
Know we love that KK sound
You know we not backin down
100 drum like hold that doe
Diamonds flash like Kodak, though
Straight cash nigga fuck that loan
Seven digits on that phone!
Money so long smoke a whole zo'
Getting blood money tryna put my cuz on!
Bitch I’m on fire, got my jaw wired
Sex, Money, Murder... Peter Rollack (Soundview waddap)
Body work, chopper work like a techno song
Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home(Waveyyyy)
Money fast, diamonds flash like high beams
Make it rain in this bitch Hurricane Irene
[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
Would' ya remember my phone? Hear me up now, baby
Would it get you home? That's gonna be a crazy [?]
When you' walking up alone, don't you think that's crazy?
Don't you long to be, can't go wrong with me, pappy
Is this what you want? Is this what you want?
This what you want? Is this what you want?
This what you want? Is this what you want?
Love... I just make dope [?]
Rapper... Maybe so a little play close
I don't act much, I don't play roles
Only... niggers act those [?]
Playboy Mansion, I'll four late one [?]
Tryin' to beat the rear to these out from the fake ones
So be a cakewalk and take one
I'd just rather... to the telly tram, make one
I say cor side, I say dream side,
Sunbathing while I'm seeing it in the dream ride
It don't take much to listen, besides
Look at everything you're missing, in this living
[Chorus:]
Would' ya remember my phone? Hear me up now, baby
Would it get you home? That's gonna be a crazy [?]
When you' walking up alone, don't you think that's crazy?
Don't you long to be, can't go wrong with me, pappy
Is this what you want? Is this what you want?
This what you want? Is this what you want?
This what you want? Is this what you want?
... nightmare
You wake up, I m right here
Same game, ff, for the right pair
I have you right there
Yeah, let me show how to do this
Put my on top on your to-do-list
Cut the bitch ain't nigger you ain't clueless
Don't play 'em, play 'em monkey ass jewless [?]
You all read minds, and I can't read palms
... you with me out, this bolt [?] stays calm
You look great but even better on my arm
It's not on my sleeve, it's just calm...
[Chorus:]
Would' ya remember my phone? Hear me up now, baby
Would it get you home? That's gonna be a crazy [?]
When you' walking up alone, don't you think that's crazy?
Don't you long to be, can't go wrong with me, pappy
Is this what you want? Is this what you want?
This what you want? Is this what you want?
Amen (repeated)
[Kanye West - Verse 1]
You like that don't ya. I wrote it myself by the way
And I don't mean to be selfish
But I picture myself gettin' paid
And you might get pneumonia
Cause I came in on an elf on a sleigh?
Uh, me and Pusha back on it
Now everybody help us Pray.
Lord forgive my sins and all my friends
Dollars make sense, I'm tryna get paid
[Pusha T]
Tryna get saved (too late)
Time to get paid
Got a gun and a stocking mask
Niggas thought I was tryna get waves
I'mma let all ya'll niggas pray for it
My young niggas knocking off a K for it
Sold my soul on the back end
Only f-cking way I'mma pay for it
Front that shit, you put a flame on
My niggas locked in a cage for
They keep telling me to go hard
Number one spot you was made for
Yeah, I made more
Front of the grill, got a racehorse
California Crayola ring
Glow In The Dark like a 'Ye tour
F-ck niggas steppin' in my lane for
Not knowing that it's a landmine
Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
Throw the top up like a gang sign
Red or blue, crip or blood
Solitaires, diamond studs like chandeliers I'ma flood
Black Jesus piece like it's dipped in mud
Fashion God's, notice mine
Rollarball spikes I'm Pokemon
Paris shit, Louboutin
Under bright lights where do you belong
[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it's gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin' niggas, starving acres they can't find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen
[Kanye West]
Amen, how many people do you know hatin'?
On your downfall sitting their waitin'
When you shine, wonder what they gonna say then
Everything I do now stadium's
Tell me what they really gon' say to him
And I'm headed straight to the ATM
Finna go HAM, finna go in
Nigga you get it when pigs fly, when Yeezy fake
Devil's pie, piece of cake
Kit-Kat I need a break
God's child, Jesus Christ
Club like a broken neck, I need the ice
I need the lights
In Egypt they fightin' for freedom
Cop pull you over no reason, beat him
[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it's gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin' niggas, starving acres they can't find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen
[Young Jeezy]
I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team
Even seen 'em come two tone like a saleen (saleen)
Saleen, Yeah that's a Mustang
Break 'em down in the night, that's what I call hustlin'
They say they on they dumb shit, but this is ignorance
Come to warn the timepiece, now that's ignorance
Young, you a fool, I coulda bought some real estate
Instead I bought a half a block, I tried to sew up half the streets
I'm on, 75-75, going for the 25
Guess who's pickin' up a trey
Just an ordinary day with extraodinary pay
Extraordinary risk
Can't even explain, got an extraordinary wrist
I talk it cause I lived it man, this shit aint really nuttin' to me
Tell ya like Sosa told Tony: "don't you f-ck with me"
[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it's gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin' niggas, starving acres they can't find no Yay
See they flossin', roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
[Verse 1:]
I let you into my diary to admire me
The make up of this man, I let you see the higher me
The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy
I'm drawing 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 Harold 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 them Vegas nights was fucking awesome
But adiós I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some niggas some other niggas double crossed 'em
Trying 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 mother fucking Gorgeous, woah
As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss
But they devil red, tires double tread
I post and parks up. that gets me double head
Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head
The bright lights blind look at what the devil did
[Hook:]
She left the door open gave a fuck if I'm famous
I write this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money partied nights with the a-list
I write this alone in Vegas
Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write this alone in Vegas
I'm the only one left and the memories fading so
I write this alone in Vegas
[Verse 2:]
They'll do everything in their power
Stomp me the stove when you rising like flour
Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower
It's 911 you on your 25th hour
Hasta la vista I'm steppin' out the bleachers
How the tide turns when the pupils now the teacher
The game can't go by just followin the leaders
You gotta be better than the ones who precede yah
Upgrade them
Upstage them
Change the whole body shape and just update them
Pagans
Reagan era I ran contraband
Money caused turf wars through the promised land
First time being rich could be a common man
The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and diagrams
We just took what we needed and we built on it
Lord forgive me for the blood that I spilt on it
[Hook:]
She left the door open gave a fuck if I'm famous
I write this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money partied nights with the a-list
I write this alone in Vegas
Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write this alone in Vegas
I'm the only one left and the memories fading so
I write this alone in Vegas
[Outro:]
Fear of God niggas
Got me feelin' like Pac
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Who you know sit in New York for 2 days around Grammy winners
Come back home straight to the money getters
About $14, 000 dollars worth in 20s
Brown paper bag money
Yeah, I call that a good weekend
Re-up gang forever
Long live the king coming soon
Malice my brother I love you
[Verse 1]
I let you into my diary to admire me
The make up of this man, I let you see the higher me
The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy
I'm drawing 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 Harold 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 them Vegas nights was fucking awesome
But adiós I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost 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 motherfucking Gorgeous
As the gull wing doors lift
Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather seats softer than an angel's kiss
But they devil red, tires double tread
I post and parks up, that gets me double head
Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head
The bright lights blind look at what the devil did
[Hook]
She left the door open gave a fuck if I'm famous
I write this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money partied nights with the a-list
I write this alone in Vegas
Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write this alone in Vegas
I'm the only one left and the memories fading so
I write this alone in Vegas
[Verse 2]
They'll do everything in their power
Stomp near the stove when you're rising like flour
Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower
It's 911 you're on your 25th hour
Asta la vista I'm steppin' out the bleachers
How the tide turns when the pupil's now the teacher
The game can't go by just followin' the leaders
You gotta be better than the ones who precede, yeah
Upgrade them, upstage them
Change the whole body shape and just update them, Pagans
Reagan era I ran contraband
Money caused turf wars through the promised land
First time being rich could be a common man
The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and diagrams
We just took what we needed and we built on it
Lord forgive me for the blood that I spilt on it
[Hook]
[Outro]
Fear of God niggas, got me feelin' like Pac
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Who you know sit in New York for 2 days around Grammy winners
Come back home straight to the money getters
About $14,000 dollars worth in 20s
Brown paper bag money, I call that a good weekend
Re-up gang forever
Long live the caine coming soon
Malice my brother I love you
[feat. Juicy J, Meek Mill & French Montana]
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got some killers so don't push me cause Juicy J be on some Mob shit
Waitin by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, Got a gun that could really do it
You niggas is playin wid real niggas money
Get funny, one day you is the plug
Next day you're in the dumpster
Couldn't keep it one hundred
You're thirty-two percent
The police got you on a leash nigga you is a bitch
[Hook:]
Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing!
It's eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing
Give yo' ass body work that we spraying
Ridin wid three K nigga I ain't talking bout the clan
This ain't no arcade, so quit playing!
It's eat time, me and my niggas buffet-ing
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You don't know about this life nigga
Earnin all of these stripes nigga
Kilograms, Peter Pans, Pack holders on bikes nigga
Throwin bitches on flights nigga
They don't know that they're dykes nigga
'Til the money's out and the bottles pouring
They're in the mix that they like nigga
Rose gold all on my wrist
This rolex like devil piss
This daytona illuminate
Ya'll think I'm talking that devil shit
It's fifty racks no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
It's more guns, it's more bodies
We call shots they nobody
They fuck niggas they owe prolly
Who's fuckin with me nobody!
When the guns drawn they're so sorry
Sprayin niggas now the Lord got em
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck Wid my money and I'll hit you that body work!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Bad bitches on deck nigga
Money power respect nigga
Cop, cook, collect nigga
You was never no threat nigga
Erybody be rap dissin
I catch niggas I check niggas
These goons wid me don't spit no verse
Just limo service dey stretch niggas
Black 'maro 2 S nigga
Couple birds on my neck nigga
Erytime them hoes see me
Dey like Meek Milly you a mess nigga
2 gats no vest nigga
Strapped up like I'm a cowboy
Stand tall like that Yao boy
Got a bad bitch she 5"4
This gold roley that's on my wrist
Lephrachun prolly die for
Young boys that's on my strip
Will kill anything I say ride on
Tell them niggas call us if they're out of work
Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body work
[Verse 4: French Montana]
Shout my lawyer all the crazy shit I ever did
Know we love that KK sound
You know we not backin down
100 drum like hold that doe
Diamonds flash like Kodak, though
Straight cash nigga fuck that loan
Seven digits on that phone!
Money so long smoke a whole zo'
Getting blood money tryna put my cause on!
Bitch I'm on fire, got my jaw wired
Sex, Money, Murder... Peter Rollack (Soundview waddap)
Body work, chopper work like a techno song
Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (Waveyyyy)
Money fast, diamonds flash like high beams
Make it rain in this bitch Hurricane Irene
[Featuring: Troy Ave]
Ay yo, they said itâ s 10 points higher up there;
We got to go get that
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Lord Father, I donâ t mean to be a bother
Iâ m just prayinâ youâ ll protect me on this road
From the rats wherever Iâ ve been niggas dragginâ
Trappers in the highway patrol
It ainâ t right, but itâ s white, ainâ t it right and i know
Once i get there that itâ s over
Lord Father, I donâ t mean to be a bother
Iâ m just prayinâ youâ ll protect me on this road while I get this dough
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
One man cowboy, speed limit timid
Chevy Malibu; we graduated from them renteds
Lost 100 large on the last time we sent it
Itâ s only four letters, I ainâ t worried â bout a sentence
Travelinâ the distance, stayinâ off the white line
Alphabet boys out prayinâ what they might find
I hate the Carolinas
Racial profilers say you smokinâ marijuanas
Fuck you talkin â bout; my piss is clearer than my mamaâ s
With her church wig on
996 before I get my big on
Thousand grams, thousand hands,
Thousand furs, thousand bands
$100, 000 horse all-star; we stylinâ in
[Hook: Troy Ave]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You niggas ainâ t takinâ road trips for real
Route 13 with the vacuum seal
Pre-paid eagle on my window shield
The ice cream manâ s on his jack & jill
Weight state to state; Mack trucks I deal, Mack trucks I fill
I feel better knowinâ that the donor is anonymous
See, my diamond is growinâ
Tugboat or car tow, we summertime snowinâ
Reasonable Doubt, flowinâ on your niggas
Been gettinâ it since â 96 in black Ac Vigors
Snub .38 with the Mat black trigger
My God, my God
Good music y'all, good music
We have game forever
OK, shut up Maserati .. I see you..let's go!
Check it!
As I get harder, haters getting madder
Ask her later up, f*ck the letter
Success calling, your world share it
they say it's destiny to me it never mattered.
Drug overload, it put me overload
Say you're getting money, we're getting overboard
New Year's what my b*tch in the palms ..like .. with the ..street
The .. the king..i jump square from ..mother f*cker's ..
they ... I ain't ..
Now handle that, ..handle that.
Why drippin' ..like candle ..to the next one
I'm .. in the kitchen...
Come on Flexx, check it, come on, check it
I'm ..beyond..you put em back after you're tryin on
I'm pushing kilos .. in the ..on
Cocaine cowboys no ..but I'm styling on
Every .. got my talent on ..
Late night get my .. request on that price that they're begging on
I'll be the different drum,
Good music but I still give with different tongue
The num one becomes number one, see as Grammy night ..
.. so rock baby .. under one
Make a work for it, ...
In the morning she can get a heal..
which doctor flow, you can say I'm ..the way...push
Nice baby
You know what it is
You know it
Come on, what's up Karin, what's the deal
[Verse 1]
Two-door, four-door, sedan, roadster
Cabriolet convertible, careening in the coaster
Christian Louboutin, straps is like a holster
We balling — ESPN highlights, posters
Tangerine Lambos, mimosa, raise a toast
We at the Grammys, then Miami
Playing Boca like it’s poker
Had a room at the La Quinta
Full of soldiers, full of coca
Feel a ulcer
Hundred grand up in the sofa, reupholstered
I am twisted
Saying Heath Ledger Joker to you jokers
If you Tony, I hang up, send a hit, I am Sosa
I am cultured, I am legend
I am Liva, I am closer
To the best writer alive
Other two, I’m the closest
No holsters, no chauffeurs
No mask, no witness
No corpus, no guts, no glory, no joking
All-Star we play
C-I-two A
And 2 Chainz, with my bad bitch — it’s my b-day
This life that we live is for the connaisseurs
Carnival, gives our form
Everyday pool side cabana floss
Mami in Monolos, I’m in that Gucci polo
With the multi color moving dolo on my solo
My niggas that’s in prison I’m their eyes and their ears
Every champagne night, for every laugh there’s a tear
There’s a picture being shown, every jail every tear
Representing so my niggas know I’m here
Poloroids being shown in every jail, every tear
[Verse 1]
From Virginia, never rated
Before us, no one ever made it
Dope boy lane, a nigga paved it
When every nigga was afraid to say it
Sold a mill, spent a mill
We was grindin', Lord's will
Never thought of hiatus
Only chains, hi haters
All these bitches, high maintenance
But I love it though, I cater
Deal fell, Tony saved us
After blowing up, Al Qaeda
Feds rushed like Raiders
Took our coach down, Al Davis
Regroup, tears faded
Casket Drop a year later
Three albums, three majors
Only critics to our favor
Crew members turned traitors
Put the spin on it, tornados
Our father, thy neighbor
Couldn't tell me that God hate us
I was lost, I was jaded
Malice found his way to our savior
Now author, he offers
Where the view it before I see coffins
Where the view it fall before we see vultures
Different way to view it, for the culture
Ross called ‘em, Ye and all them
In Hawaii, Jay and all them
I was honored to be called in
Ran away with the So Appalled them
New catalog gonna hurt you
Go on it, it's dark like it's curfew
Goin' in the vault, it will earth you
Unpolished, unapologetic
Might've broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort
My nonchalant attitude is always F it
Thirty-five years of marriage and my momma left it
You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him
I hope you pussy mother fuckers die
Wish death upon they soul until they burning in a fire
Illest motherfucker breathing, fuck your rhyme or your reason
Fucking over your issues is killing a whole niggas season
I made my way, way, I found my road, road
Bar-arada-da, I made my own, ho, eghck
You ain't ever have shit local nigga
Woo, how the fuck I own you local niggas
I'm a global nigga, sean's allizay shopper
Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer, chain rockers
Here was you when I was bleeding
Disappointed and battling my demons
Just want to ride Italian leather, acting like you don't know me
Euro designer palace, fuck my bitch on my Sony
And I feel...
And I feel like they want to take my life
Be Careful what you say, be careful what you do
Tell them what they want to hear, but staying from the truth
And I feel like they want to take my life
It ain't enough that I struggle through my career
Less appreciated than when I was part of a pair
Pushed an envelope of truth like I was there
Depiction and the depth was the proff that I was there
It's no question in my origins
Photo album full of Polaroid's they're still pointing in
Couple million records sold, they say I'm still poisoning
Seven different SIM cards, bringing all that mortar in
Brick by brick nigga, all you add is water in
We ain't got to touch hands nigga, put your order in
I just want to float through clouds with red seams on my towel
No overly gaudy shit, just diamonds on the dials
Woo, and I'm still buying mo' guns
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me
It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys
Your SL's missing an S, nigga
Your plane's missing a chef
The common theme see they both got wings
If you fly, do it to death
It's only one God, and it's only one crown
So it's only one king that can stand on this mound
King Push, kingpin, overlord
Coast Guard come a hundred goin' overboard
I got money with the best of 'em
Go blow for blow with any Mexican
Don't let your side bitches settle in
Might have to headbutt your Evelyn
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword
Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a whore
Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw
Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes
We really gymstars, I'm like D. Rose
No D-league, I'm like these clothes
'88 Jordan, leaping from the free throw
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
(Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more)
Mix drug and show money, Biggs Burke on tour
Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore
Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more
I see flaw, cracks in your diamond
CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon
Come and meet the pieman, a must that I flaunt it
The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
Can't a bitch living say I bought her Michael Kors?
Every car driven was decided by the horse
Keep the sticker in the window 'case you wonder what it cost
How could you relate when you ain't never been great?
And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga?
I might sell a brick on my birthday
Thirty-six years of doing dirt like it's Earth Day, GAWD
[Verse 1]
This track dictates everything I'm supposed to say
So have mercy on this soul that I've thrown away
Although its cliche the devil had a hold of me
This greedy motherfucker couldn't put the blow away
Bitches blowing kisses and rappers throwing disses
Hoping to land their ass on all top 5 lists
I wish you niggas well
You niggas wish I fail
You gonna make me bear these arms like a Chippendale
Squeeze off on him
Leave cross on him
By the time the bodies found there's peat moss on him
I could show all you the ways in which crime pays
My drug rings a multi-million dollar crime wave
Two ranch homes
Both dockside
Get this money back
Counter-clockwise
Little bubble on the cut like peroxide
The poison in the card is not carbon monoxide
[Verse 2]
I ask forgiveness lord
In hope's of getting more
Then beg forgiveness for the same thing he forgave me for
I wasn't crazy poor
See I was lazy more
A thousand kilos cross his lines
That you can't ignore
I felt entitled to it
Not how the bible to it
My bright eyes exposed to how the hood idols do it
I just took a page
Then I took the stage
Then put the face of that rollie in that diamond cage
I tried to tame the beast
Best I could no leash
I stood the test of time
Airtight no leaks
Not a squea not a peep nor a word
I done lived half my life
At arms reach of a bird
Have mercy on me
They put curses on me
I coudlve been six feet or had nurses on me
It was written like these tatted bible verses on me
I feel the weight upon my shoulders like the church is on me
[Outro]
I am forgiven
You don't do all the shit that I done and make it through and not be forgiven
This is the Wrath of Caine motherfuckers
Let this hold you over
It's just an appetizer
Ha Ha!
My Name is My name coming soon
Re-Up Gang Forever
GOOD Music
Dope boys worldwide
It's comin' clear I've noticed
It's a different face you're shown'
It's another “welcome back”
I don't imagine it could be this way, so jealous
Only you can tell it, tell me why
Only you can tell it...
Only you can say...
Only you can tell it...
Only you can say...
Only you can tell it...
Only you can say...
Tell me why...
Two sides, what the game'll do
Bring money, fame to you
Stackin' mine, nigga, ‘ye high
Standin' on it like a pedestal
Couldn't imagine no better view
From the pool house you see four cars
Bad bitches, they skinny dippin'
Mix college bitches with porn stars
Disconnected my OnStar, no GPS these, VVS
Lorraine Schwartz on speed dial, went ocular, that's CBS
Aston Martin, DBS, James Bond cool as James Todd
Best nigga to make hits and run base since A-Rod
Hands dirty like Exxon, I'm grindin' nigga, you J-Kwon
My Diors is distressed, CDG vest with Jays on
Bloggers get your trace on, 500 horses race on
Coke ties, that coke dries, it's cemented, it's baked on
That's based on, the life of a nigga who ain't said nothin'
Trunk tight, trunk white, can't relate if you ain't bled nothin'
Now that they said somethin'
Don't make me have to dead nothin'
You askin' me to tell you why, you niggas never had nothin'
Somethin' y'all wouldn't understand
Check
Look, what's good?
Folarin back, the hardest out, I put us on the map
My eyes low, I keep 5 bros, so my THC be makin' sound effects
We ain't hatin', cause we ain't y'all
Too much Ciroc, you CB4
62, black on black, see my vehicle is like me, akbar
Shoutout to Norfolk, kids from Portland, my hoes from Portsmouth
Y'all lookin' down? If a brick was round you might need a forklift
Can't fuck with us cause me and my niggas ride
That's right – what up Pusha T? It's DMV for life
Sepsenahki, I beg your pardon
Respiratory full of a nest of of Marley
Freeze somethin' for an after party, and Balenciaga fill arenas twice
‘TIl these motherfuckers get me though
Iceberg, shorty, ma'fuck your Disney store
And remove your words, G, Double-O D, MMG, we good
Got Zamunda furs, don't know 'bout King, but Pusha's semi cold
My nigga Jeezy, OVA, I hope you hear these flows
Featuring Popcaan & Travis Scott
Prod By Young Chop
(Intro: Popcaan)
Dis type ah shit happen every day
All dem a gwaan dem heart softer than clay
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK
(Hook: Travis Scott)
I got diamonds on my blocka
Servin' to my flocka
Yeah, that's my flocka
To my flocka
Pray to Lord on my shotta
She be poppin'
Yeah, that's my flocka
(Verse 1)
All praise to the most high on both sides
I pray to God, I pray for hard, I won't lie
Multi 'cuz I'm dope-tied, convo and a boat ride
Rent-a-cars for the whole month, drop Porsche money, no co-sign
My records ain't got to sell, nigga
Go diamond off of my cell, nigga
Give a fuck what you sells, that chance come, I take mine
I ball hard and you bench ride, so fuck you and yo' baseline
No Soundscan for a bricklayer, square nigga, you a brick hater
We see a bitch, you fall in love, I fall back 'cuz my bitch date her
Where I'm from we go crazy with them choppas
Sellin' dope, going diamond on my blocka
(Hook: Travis Scott)
I got diamonds on my blocka
Servin' to my flocka
Yeah, that's my flocka
To my flocka
Pray to Lord on my shotta
She be poppin'
Yeah, that's my flocka
(Verse 2)
Welcome to my blocka, take a look at my world
Diamond on my blocka, all we got is white girl
All we got is choppas, all you hear is choppas
All we see is choppas, that spotlight on my blocka
Dopeboy to the rescue, bad bitches get the best view
Lotta money just floatin' round, all dem hoes feelin' special
I know the rent due, fuck me right and it's sent through
Third time you done used the line, God damn, she a pimp, too
Teamwork makes the dream work, all my niggas done seen work
All my niggas ain't make it through, so much death that my dreams hurt
Where I'm from we go crazy with them choppas
Sellin' dope, going diamond on my blocka
(Hook: Travis Scott)
I got diamonds on my blocka
Servin' to my flocka
Yeah, that's my flocka
To my flocka
Pray to Lord on my shotta
She be poppin'
[Hook]
They said be all you can be
They said be all you can be
I just wanna buy another Rollie
I just wanna pop another band
I just wanna be dope forever
I just wanna be who I am
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They said be all you can be
They said be all you can be
Always knew I could rule the world
Let's define what my world is
Knee deep in this dope money
Damn near where my world ends
Same block, same rock
I was thinking 'bout murdering
I ain't gettin' my hands dirty
Let you worry 'bout serving them
[Hook]
[Bridge: Pusha T]
They said be all you can be
They said the truth set you free
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Entrepenuer, strip club connoisseur
Hot fudge sundae, pour it on you hallelulah
Pour it on you hallelulah, pour it on you hallelulah
And I be on my own dick aint that much room for you
Red, white, blue, I pledge allegence to the street life
Even if theres left overs I still got to eat right
Got gas in my peace pipe, pink Sprite
She pea poppin her jeans tight
All day I dream 'bout three stripes
We the type of crew to get fresh jet set in her livin' room
Look out at one, got a bad bitch in my swimming pool
Got a bad bitch in my swimming pool
Got a bad bitch in my swimming pool
We the type of crew to get fresh jet set in her livin' room
Look out at one, got a bad bitch in my swimming pool
[Bridge: Pusha T]
They said be all you can be
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Pretty girls is my reputation
One on my arm, that's decoration
Getting to it, no hesitation
To fuck with me you need a reservation
To the top escalating, elevating
Good music legislation delegatin'
And I mean that shit like exclamation, exclamation, exclamation
And I'm going till I K.O
Eyes closed, I'm OK
All my bitches know they roll
Even when we role-play
My homie got that nine on him
All night and all day
All night and all day
All night like that ish is his mothafucka soulmate
Cause no time for hand in hand
When you got this paper hand in hand
Bitch I'm feeling like a grown ass lil' boy, na na na na na
Bitch I'm feeling like a grown ass lil' boy, cuz I still like to get pampered
But don't get it twisted, watch your step and m-m-manners
[Bridge: Pusha T]
They said the truth set you free
[Hook]
[Outro: Pusha T]
I just wanna be who I am
I just wanna be who I am
Always knew I could rule the world
Lets define what my world is
Knee deep in this dope money
[Intro: French Montana]
This shit I wrote quick
Shit I hate
Broke niggas, that always got something to say
Got some nerve to have an opinion
I don't give a fuck what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, ohh
There's a meaning to the kissing of the ring
The gods don't mingle with the mortals
Peasants ain't sitting with the kings
Goliath ain't worried 'bout your sling
And Cassius ain't bothered by your swings
You niggas keep rapping 'bout your dreams, my reality
50 birds waiting in the wings
Do it my way, I hit the highway
With the batter, so when Kanye go on his hia'
It don't matter
Since you talking bout me, then let's talk about this money
Let's talk about the cars and why mines shaped funny
Lets' talk about the fact you'll never take nothin' from me
Lets talk about the fact that you niggas hate I'm up and runnin'
RG3 nigga, be that
Runnin' through this money and these white women
Spike Lee see that
She gotta have it and I gotta give it
And you do not relate cause you niggas do not live it
Attention seekers beware, I will grant wishes
We can take this so much further than your mentions
I can get your eulogy on Youtube for instance
Have the whole world view the body,
since
Y'all claim I'm illuminati tell me why would you try me?
Kennedy, John F. or Bobby
Almost caught Reagan but they stopped us at the lobby
And that was broad day so how the fuck you gon' stop me
You lil' niggas just dirty mine's is Zero Dark Thirty
Mine is night vision witch huntin' rifle pop worthy
I'm coke boy leanin' on you niggas
If money talk then I must be screamin' on you niggas!
Top of the pile I was two thirds away
I was sidetracked busy selling two birds a day, God!
Death is just a U-turn away
Two men ten paces then you turn and spray
You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
We get that money
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
This that shit that y'all wanted
This shit cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
But this shit sound like God don't it?
Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga and y'all gotta pay your tithes, nigga
Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, nigga
Pop tags when I'm paranoid, cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop when that powder came for that knot saved in that shoebox
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
This big face is in blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah!
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home owners
Horrible outcome, a dope boy got one motive
Cries when he convicted, cried on every visit
I'm cryin' sayin' his name, ride for all my niggas
Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France early morning
Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my a cappella
Never see me in Neiman's, niggas committin' treason
Soft loafer preferred, frost, organic herb
Stay away from the Forbes, if I only could tell you more
I got this I got that, I got that I got this
Got a kilo for 20, my choppas say I'm the shit
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
This that shit y'all ask for
Make a nigga mash on the gas, floor
Two-door, four-door, roll through the hood like task force
Fast forward--oops! They say they wanna see proof
My record sales ain't much as theirs and we still ride the same coupes
How we still fuck the same hoes, why we still buy the same clothes
How we both got the same watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
Dope boys, gold mine, that price drop and that coke rise
Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like clothesline
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
Got the razor on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet
This that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Come on let's pop the champagne, this one's for the life
Did everything you could, be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten to the lights
My whole team winning, no reason to quit
I rather say I did than let them buzzards say I didn't
Let them talk about it mang, I'm already livin
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Came from the bottom, no one said it would be fair
Now I'm on this money, lounging like it's a beast chair
Popa don't preach, all we do is just reach here
Raised round killers, we just happy to be here
Spot em, got em, let your soul pay your dues
While my hoes do they magic, voodoo Moulin Rouge
That's a tactic that they use
Fuck em high, then suck em try
Before you know it her cue seven is buzzing by
The queen pin to the king pin redeems him
The boat comes, the dope drums, my team wins Yuugh
This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Supreme Ballas, all my niggas got ESPYs
Triple doubles, both wrist and neck freeze,
Triple doubles, two bricks and tech squeeze
Triple doubles, two hoes and check please
Wooo, they love me on my Rick Flair shit
Wooo, in that Phantom like I'm Blair Witch
Wooo, who are you to be compared with?
Wooo, ain't no niggas that you blare with
Court cases ran base and road aces
Lick shots or left bodies with no traces
This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Look, my Ouija board don't never lie to me
The best rapper living I know who's alive to me (yeah)
The competition is all but died to me
I make these motherfuckers hide from me
This Sergio Tacchini life we up hold
You just posing for them pics so you can upload (yeah)
This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade, nigga
[Chris Brown]
Come on, let's pop the champagne, this one's for the life
Did everything you could, be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten up city lights
My whole team winning, no vision of quiting
I rather say I did than let them buzzards say I didn't
Let 'em talk about it mane, I'm already living
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it
[Pusha T]
Came from the bottom, no one said it would be fair
Now I'm on this money, lounging like it's a beach chair
Poppa don't preach, all we do is reach here
Raised round killers, we just happy to be here
Spot 'em, got 'em, let your soul pay your dues
While my hoes doing they magic, voodoo moulin rouge
That's a tactic that they use, f-ck 'em high then suck 'em dry
Before you know it her Q7 is buzzing by
The queen pin to the king pin redeems him
The boat comes, the dope drums, my team wins
Yuugh! This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade
[Chris Brown]
Come on, let's pop the champagne, this one's for the life
Did everything you could, be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten up city lights
My whole team winning, no vision of quiting
I rather say I did than let them buzzards say I didn't
Let 'em talk about it mane, I'm already living
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it
[Pusha T]
Supreme Ballas, all my niggas got ESPY's
Triple doubles, both wrist and neck freeze
Triple doubles, two bricks and tech squeeze
Triple doubles, two hoes and cheque please
They love me on my Ric Flair shit
In that Phantom like I'm Blair Witch
Who are you to be compared with?
Ain't no niggas that you bled with
Court cases ran base and road aces
Lick shots or left bodies with no traces
Yeah! This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade
[Chris Brown]
Come on, let's pop the champagne, this one's for the life
Did everything you could, be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten up city lights
My whole team winning, no vision of quiting
I rather say I did than let them buzzards say I didn't
Let 'em talk about it mane, I'm already living
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it
[Pusha T]
Look, my ouija board don't never lie to me
The best rapper living, I know who's alive to me
Yeah, the competition is all but died to me
Raah, I make these mothaf-ckas hide from me
The Sergio Tacchini life we uphold
You just posing for them pics so you can upload
Yeah! This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade, nigga
[Chris Brown]
Come on, let's pop the champagne, this one's for the life
Did everything you could, be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten up city lights
My whole team winning, no vision of quiting
I rather say I did than let them buzzards say I didn't
Let 'em talk about it mane, I'm already living
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