[feat. Beanie Sigel]
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol
A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all yâall
Now crawl for him
My sophomore jinx is more minks
But only for my mother sheâll use âem as couch covers
You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends
If yâall canât swim in the deep end then watch nigga
Woo! 80,000 on this watch niggas
Yuugh! And I ainât never had to watch nigga
Rich or wealthy, pick your poison
I think I paid for one too many abortions
Another Celine, itâs like a routine
Itâs like ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans
Her new body's in my new body
Make her in an hourglass thatâs my new hobby
Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million
Luckily was somethinâ in the ceiling, keep dealin
[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk âem to me though
When youâre the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ainât talkinâ to me though
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
The Robb Report of the snort
Kings hold court
Lawyers get bought
Palms get greased when them cases get fought
No felony what the fuck is you tellinâ me
Reduced to simple assault
It cost to keep it hush-hush
It was just us
Ended up sellinâ my Bat Mobile
The crash donât kill
Itâs how you survives it
Rebound on niggas, I nine liveâd it
Couldnât miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun
Bitches ainât respecting niggas not in full bloom
So the neck is full moon
Iâm living a lie, she live for this life
And loving the Alaia pumps
Loving the rush, Iâm living âThe Wireâ Uh
Drugs and this rap is really âEmpireâ
Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million
Luckily was somethinâ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya
[Hook]
Talk numbers, but never talk âem to me though
When youâre the link to what fits in the keyhole
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO
The last cocaine superhero
I got the cape on, to cover kilos
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino
Goddamn Batman holy toledo
Nah, you ainât talkinâ to me though
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga Iâm good here
Feelinâ like Tony reading words on the Goodyear
Big said, âOnly the FEDs I should fearâ
So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there
Yeah, shoot up shit then we blow the scene
Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring
Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona
Itâs homicide when I slide up on ya
Reporting live from the project benches
Hella caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes
Heron zombies street-walking on three-week binges
Clientele look like the âThrillerâ vid in 3D lenses
COD, niggas never had to front me jawns
Iâm weighing bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on
Iâm Nino Brown in the projects
Yes, Curtis Jackson in his pyrex
Get rich or die tryinâ is my mindset
And spend it all until Iâm swallowing dirt
Cause I ainât never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse
I ainât never see a dead man taking the stand
I ainât never see a nigga swallow a bullet
And live to talk about it
'Bout that bread, I drop a coffin 'bout it
You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it
Nigga shit, thatâs how I lost three million
Luckily was somethinâ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya
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- :
- Circles (Single)
- King Push - Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude
- Lunch Money (Single)
- Wrath Of Caine (Mixtape)
- Numbers On the Boards (Single)
- My Name Is My Name
- Fear Of God: Let Us Pray (EP)
- Trouble On My Mind (Single)
- Fear Of God (Mixtape)
- Non-Album Releases
- H.G.T.V. Freestyle
- H.G.T.V.
- Untouchable
- Spotify Sessions
- Wireless Live !
- The Man with the Iron Fists
- The Man with the Iron Fists (Original Motion Picture...
- Crutches, Crosses, Caskets
- G.O.O.D vs. YMCMB
- King County