P.O.V.

[Chorus: Pusha T] P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach Take Amtrak down south then she flies back My connect has ponytails tied back I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek They content create, I despise that I create content then they tries that Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at? [Verse 1: Pusha T] All I see is sixty-day stars and twenty-year thousandaires Not enough shoppin', whole lot of browsingaires My reinvention, I know you thinkin', "How's it fair?" You strеam kings but you never fit a crowd in therе Supreme Team, parallels when the powder clears I seen things that I'm still not even proud to share You Zeus network niggas, you hear me loud and clear Get these fifty-five-hundred a hosting, niggas out of here Sand color Rolls Royce, we like Saudis here The only Audi here is driven by my au pair Ghostface with the wrist, bird falconaire Willy Falcon, trunk full of talcum here Shotgun wit' your ex, feels like Malcolm's near Send a hit through a text, ain't no shoutin' here Bypass M.I.A., too much crowd in there I spent summers wit' connects, love that mountain air [Chorus: Pusha T & Tyler, The Creator] P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach Take Amtrak down south then she flies back My connect has ponytails tied back I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek They content create, I despise that I create content then they tries that Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at? (Yeah, okay) [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Call me Mr. Brella, how I weather the storm F40, 3 milly I peel off like an orange I got deaf and blind bitches trying to see what it do Little feature niggas threaten to sue Tell your lawyer to set the fee (Send it) LaFerrari doors open up like it's therapy (Uh huh) That number ain't bread to me That million is crumbs, you niggas is bums I'm not a tough guy, I'm a Flower Boy, them bees get you stung Oh, nah, nah, nah, yeah, they will buzz for me (Buzz) You tricky niggas puzzle me I could never buy a bitch a Birkin 'cause she fucking me (Uh) I got homes I ain't sleep in, the options My nigga Push keep dirty white, moving like mosh pits They watching, I'm like white bitches the way I pop shit (Uh) I need God to play the lead in my biopic (Hahahahaha) The curse of the zeros When you become the Devil or the tap dancing negro I came to terms that I'ma probably outgrow my heroes Come get with me, hoo [Chorus: Pusha T] P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach Take Amtrak down south then she flies back My connect has ponytails tied back I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek They content create, I despise that I create content then they tries that Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at? [Verse 3: Malice] If they had to weigh the operation, call it obese I mix it like Mahomes, then I tell 'em go deep The rag top drop, playin' hide and go seek The Bentley leather match the piping, that's the Motif Just to think I built a rap career off an O-Z I'm watchin' new niggas rap just to OD If I didn't give you both sides, I wouldn't be me I was the only one to walk away and really be free As far as I'm concerned, I do really be he I can open up my closet with a skeleton key If I lie to myself, I can sell it to me I done sung along with rappers I never believed Came back for the money, that's the Devil in me Had to hide it from the church, that's the Jekyll in me I never thought twice what the pressure would be 'Cause niggas' chains look just like oppression to me [Chorus: Pusha T] P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach Take Amtrak down south then she flies back My connect has ponytails tied back I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek They content create, I despise that I create content then they tries that Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?