Pusha T – Keep Dealing (2015) | Track profile | Dork

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Keep Dealing

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol

A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y’all

Now crawl for him

My sophomore jinx is more minks

But only for my mother she’ll use ‘em as couch covers

You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends

If y’all can’t swim in the deep end then watch nigga

Woo! 80,000 on this watch niggas

Yuugh! And I ain’t never had to watch nigga

Rich or wealthy, pick your poison

I think I paid for one too many abortions 

Another Celine, it’s like a routine

It’s like a ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans

Her new body's in my new body

Make her in an hourglass that’s my new hobby

Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million

Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin

[Chorus]

Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though

When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole

The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO

The last cocaine superhero

I got the cape on, to cover kilos

The villain wins, the evolution of Nino

Goddamn Batman holy toledo

Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

The Robb Report of the snort

Kings hold court

Lawyers get bought

Palms get greased when them cases get fought

No felony what the fuck is you tellin’ me

Reduced to simple assault

It cost to keep it hush-hush

It was just us

Ended up sellin’ my Bat Mobile

The crash don’t kill

It’s how you survives it

Rebound on niggas, I nine live’d it

Couldn’t miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun

Bitches ain’t respecting niggas not in full bloom

So the neck is full moon

I’m living a lie, she live for this life

And loving the Alaia pumps

Loving the rush, I’m living “The Wire” Uh

Drugs and this rap is really “Empire”

Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million

Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya

[Chorus]

Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though

When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole

The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO

The last cocaine superhero

I got the cape on, to cover kilos

The villain wins, the evolution of Nino

Goddamn Batman holy toledo

Nah, you ain’t talkin’ to me though

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga I’m good here

Feelin’ like Tony reading words on the Goodyear

Big said, “Only the FEDs I should fear”

So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there

Yeah, shoot up shit then we blow the scene

Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring

Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona

It’s homicide when I slide up on ya

Reporting live from the project benches

Hella 'caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes 

Heron zombies street-walking on three-week binges

Clientele look like the “Thriller” vid in 3D lenses

COD, niggas never had to front me jawns

I’m weighing bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on

I’m Nino Brown in the projects

Yes, Curtis Jackson in his pyrex

Get rich or die tryin’ is my mindset

And spend it all until I’m swallowing dirt

'Cause I ain’t never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse 

I ain’t never see a dead man taking the stand

I ain’t never see a nigga swallow a bullet 

And live to talk about it

'Bout that bread, I drop a coffin 'bout it

You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it

Nigga shit, that’s how I lost three million

Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin ya

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