Oh No

(Who's pushing your buttons? Who's pulling your strings? Who's in your head? Who's painting your dreams? Who made that shopping list go so wild? Thank about it baby come on) Oh no I think I'm a believer I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold So sure I was looking for a reason Who could have known that I'm already a believer? Sick of the pathos Yeah me and god had to break up I had to quit all the politics So me and my friends could make Up I'm sorry I'm a nihilistic, egotistic piece of shit That's grasping at every straw ah I can't take it no more gimme Salvation through success Big bag baller making big ass checks I carry my cross but I'm blessed Big bag baller making small ass steps You heard it herе first Oh no I think I'm a believer I'd pawn my soul to buy into еvery dream that I'm sold So sure I was looking for a reason Who could have known that I'm already a believer? Who's pushing your buttons? Who's pulling your strings? Who's in your head? Who's painting your dreams? Who made that shopping list? I mean what the fuck, man! Really? A Porsche? I'm so sick Uh I'm signing waivers to a demon I'm really feenin' My bank account is always bleeding I'm always thinking 'bouta the Paper I'm rolling harda But does it really cost my soul A pocket amount A dollar Big pimpin Thinking about the skrilla I need it I been in the shed I feel it I've been impoverished I bleed it I'm a peasant brotha Down on my luck I'm a shut in I feast on My beats And my rhymes For the fun fam It's all I have Not a cent on the beat I don't need a dollar sign Boy That's shits for the weak I just need a watch and a yacht and a big ass house with a huge backyard And a big garage full of fast sports cars Oh no Who's pushing your buttons? Who's pulling your strings? Who's in your head? Who's painting your dreams? Who made that shopping list go so wild? Who's painting your dreams tonight? Oh no I think I'm a believer I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream Am that I'm sold So sure I was looking for a reason Who could have known that I'm already believing? Salvation through success Who pushed my buttons, pulled my strings? I carry my cross but I'm blessed Who's in my head painting those dreams? Salvation through success Who made that shopping list go so wild? 'Cause I'm still so sick So sick...