Treat You Good

[Chorus: The Donation] And I'm gonna treat you good Ayy, baby [Verse 1: Pusha T & Ab-Liva] Real bars are the ill bars These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs What I did to door panels on them Windstars Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates, it's new stash spots The AC don't just ventilate, take over your blocks Young niggas assimilate, we all break bread Like going Dutch on a dinner date The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches The serial numbers don't match the gift boxes The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé Way more chemical than political PTSD from what I did on the digital It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal [Chorus: The Donation] And I'm gonna treat you good Ayy, baby [Verse 2: Pusha T & Ab-Liva] I just built the 488 from ground zero Just to show the children, the ghetto make superheroes Known the first names of the dealers at the casino You gotta play the ball and they calling me Rick Pitino Never play Rino, flying to Monte Carlo Moschino paint splatter, I'm feeling like Winnie Harlow I done played Marlo, the many Ricky Ricardo Cali cartel, we season three with the narcos Even off-season, we on still Don't respect the board of order flag, so we gon' kneel Arms in a lock as reminiscing, Martin's premonition These white men's calling you sons of bitches We still being changed if you reminiscing Even Stevie seen it with the beats on superstition This ain't a new religion, you niggas dance around like new edition We just some dope boys with a newer vision [Chorus: The Donation] And I'm gonna treat you good Ayy, baby [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus: The Donation] And I'm gonna treat you good Ayy, baby