[Pusha T]
All I wanted growing up was remote controls
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope controlled
Got ghetto corners choking slow
Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh
[No Malice]
They rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees
Jealous hearted niggas, y'all wear it on your sleeve
Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see
[Pusha T & No Malice]
They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors
Nigga, don't make me open yours, seen hearts beat through
Opеn sores, subliminal rap shit, so immature
That's why I ignore (Oh!) punchlinе niggas on front time
Silly ho shit, he who questions I is unfocused
