Treat You Good

[Chorus: The Donation]

And I'm gonna treat you good

Ayy, baby

[Verse 1: Pusha T & Ab-Liva]

Real bars are the ill bars

These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods

My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs

What I did to door panels on them Windstars

Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates, it's new stash spots

The AC don't just ventilate, take over your blocks

Young niggas assimilate, we all break bread

Like going Dutch on a dinner date

The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches

The serial numbers don't match the gift boxes

The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe

The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé

Way more chemical than political

PTSD from what I did on the digital

It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual

Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal

[Chorus: The Donation]

And I'm gonna treat you good

Ayy, baby

[Verse 2: Pusha T & Ab-Liva]

I just built the 488 from ground zero

Just to show the children, the ghetto make superheroes

Known the first names of the dealers at the casino

You gotta play the ball and they calling me Rick Pitino

Never play Rino, flying to Monte Carlo

Moschino paint splatter, I'm feeling like Winnie Harlow

I done played Marlo, the many Ricky Ricardo

Cali cartel, we season three with the narcos

Even off-season, we on still

Don't respect the board of order flag, so we gon' kneel

Arms in a lock as reminiscing, Martin's premonition

These white men's calling you sons of bitches

We still being changed if you reminiscing

Even Stevie seen it with the beats on superstition

This ain't a new religion, you niggas dance around like new edition

We just some dope boys with a newer vision

[Chorus: The Donation]

And I'm gonna treat you good

Ayy, baby

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus: The Donation]

And I'm gonna treat you good

Ayy, baby