[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Malice found religion, Tony found prison
I'm just tryna find my way up out this fucking kitchen
A bird's-eye view got me channeling my vision
Turn one to two, now the kilo's got a sibling
Father knows best, wash my hands, all's forgiven
We kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors
Walls full of safes like they mausoleum doors (Yep)
Pussy getting wet like she walking through my morgue
Grant's, Jackson's, no room for George
Yeah, the fear of God's in you motherfuckers
This art imitate my life
Your WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white
Eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice
My music's for your soul, inspiration for your life
Every dime made in his life more disastrous
Help my young bitch see her way through her bachelors
While my old bitch– went back to get her Masters
Same graduation, I was clapping in the rafters
The truth– the truth hurts every time it's revealed (Hot 97!)
The truth hurts every time it's revealed
What goes around comes around, this is life's Ferris wheel
Grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parallel park
Kentucky derby on the grill
The fact that I'm free lets me know God is great
Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate
These rappers talk crowns, but I'd rather talk fear
Villain like Candyman, say my name and I'll appear
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Hakuna matata, feet up, sipping java
Ayo, strolling up the totem pole, what's my only problem?
Scrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bed my toddler?
So many hands raised as the band plays
I'm here now, watch how many niggas plans change
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Penitentiary chances, the devil dances
And eventually answers to the call of autumn
All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'
Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin
Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport, they check all through my bag
And tell me that it's random
But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage
I need a happy ending, and a new beginning
And a new fitted, and some job opportunities that's lucrative
They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it
I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS
I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it
I need more drinks and more lights
And that American Apparel girl in just tights (Hot 97!)
She told the director she tryna get in a school
He told her "Take them glasses off and get in the pool"
It's been a while since I watched the tube
'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news
I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today
They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday
And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach?
I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach
My guy said I need a pri–
My guy said I need a different approach
'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke
It ain't funny anymore, try different jokes
Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O
Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it
Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit
Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes
I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it
I'm coming after whoever, who has it?
You blowing up, that's good, fantastic
That, y'all, it's like that, y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me
Forgot about two things, my black balls
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Uh, I let you into my–
Look, uh, uh
I let you into my diary to admire me
The making of this man, I let you see the higher me
The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy
I'm drawn from both sides, I am Siamese
The tug-of-war opens the door, entrada
Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piñata
And rolling kilos in Gymstrada, that's one saga
One chapter of black magic, I'm Harry Potter
Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who
Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom
And blossom, I swear this Vegas night was fucking awesome
But adios, I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some niggas, some other niggas double-crossed 'em
Tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune
Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen
Ric Flair with the flame, I'm muthafucking gorgeous, woo!
As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather seats softer than an angel's kiss
But they devil-red, tires double tread
I post in parks up, that gives me double head
Tight rope walking, tryna keep a level head
The bright lights blind, look at what the devil did
Yuugh!
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