[Refrain 1: Pusha T]
Straight from Shibuya, on my zen
I'm back, ramped up, I'm on ten
The best revenge is ignoring my fake friends
It's hard to make amends when it’s you that made the men
[Verse: Pusha T]
The white picket got me feeling so fenced in
Bipolar don't equal seekin' attention
That's that psy-that's that psychology
Gemini side of me, it's my dichotomy
Siamese try me, peekaboo, hide and seek
This that piss on your grave, you ain’t dressing your age
This ain’t no Wraith, the Sherpa is a surfer, couldn’t fit on your wave
Certain summers was a bummer, momma minimum wage
Everybody rocking J's, I couldn't get 'em for days
She was the only one who knew that I would get to that stage
Guess who wouldn't be shocked by all the shit that I say?
It's getting kinda heavy, they tryna break my levy
When you only hear the cheers then your tears become deadly
And my favorite art teacher name was Mrs. Levy
'Round the time, I learned to put my feelings to a medley
I ain’t turn in homework for bout' like 4 months and she still ain’t fail me
She saw the vision
"Yeezy you special' go make your own decision", yeah
Damn that was a good choice, glad she weren't tuning out Gods voice
They tryna take my voice away, for tryna take your choice away
I say let your water break, only for my daughter's sake, don’t slip-up
Fake signatures from fake managers, they all damage her, good Lord
Give 'em enough of they own rope to hang 'em with
The paparazzi never really got what my angle is
They treat my married life like some type of entanglement
My neighbors still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't saying shit
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas shit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make of it
God has said himself to make sure that the baby live
But if Ye ain't here, then tell me who gonna say this shit?
We ain’t picking cotton, but wait a cotton picking minute
Let me stop playing with it, got a plan and ran with it
Hopped in a Lamb with it, in a damn pandemic
Nerve of Uncle Sam gotta have his damn hand in it
[Refrain 2: Pusha T]
Listen, straight from Shibuya, on some zen, ramped, I'm on ten
It's a marathon and yet we going for the win
Wall street crunching numbers ‘round me, we gon' win big
Put the whole family on, look at what my Kim did
Just like Puff told Christopher we gon' win big
We gon win big
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