Emotionless

[Hook]

As I stay on my grind, gotta feed my family and my niggas

Ain't no if ands with me and my triggers

And these lead shots won't understand

Whatever your situation that there's your mess to fix

Re-Up won't go for it

Guns ring sing like vocalist, emotionless

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

I guess I caught a brick according to sound scan

The critical acclaim was that of the proud man

Prepare for the worst, that blood's on Jive's hands

See when the Fury dropped so did 80,000 grams

Add that to my 80 thousand fans

Snow, blizzard blindin, it wasn't the climate

All-Star Vegas them bitches thought I went diamond

Standing on a chair, the go-getters stared

Dope boys going crazy throwin' money in the air

Where it lands it falls live life without a care

One tilt of the scale and that money's back here

It's been a lot of talk within this last year

But it ain't enough armor for niggas to clash here

I see you niggas pussy I'm calling you pap smear

Who supply the ghetto, who fire metal

Shaking them boots look in the eyes of the devil... Emotionless

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]

? kingdom of heaven I sittin' in

I said enough to top five writers in the game

My name's penciled in ELITE, you can't test my pen

I'll be extensive then

Tap dance all over these instruments with penmanship

Black card membership summer time red toy black horse insignia

Sittin low, doors to the sky that's my winner shit

Fall give em war but the Merci rise low and Stan Smith that's my tennis shit

Bracelets no blemishes

Fly nigga dope dealer swag

You can't stand the rain call diminishes

Fly shit you thought that you talk I give 'em sentences

Them Wraith that you think that you started I give 'em finishes

The grand finale, you can do the tally

Pigeons on the car out in Cali, the Audi

A8 four rings call it John Salley

Re-Up Gang album comin' finally

[Hook]

As I stay on my grind, gotta feed my family and my niggas

Ain't no if ands with me and my triggers

And these lead shots won't understand

Whatever your situation that there's your mess to fix

Re-Up won't go for it

Guns ring sing like vocalist, emotionless

[Verse 3: Sandman]

He couldn't see the sky though it was so clear

Til his eyes ran dry of the tears

And then still it's too real for a nigga not to fear

So he's stuck in the stands catching chills, His men ill

They feel they could've stopped the shit

A bitch nigga on some proctor shit

His man was, at least to me

He never did nothing to eat

Watch another nigga feast then act like he do a piece

Broke em off proper

He got hit and died, want the facts, find the doctor

Coroners whoever we drawn 'em in and warn we

Whoever try to stop these the vehicles jewels

Private pools, schools watching my kids snooze

Repeatin' to myself, losing unoptional

Gots to hold my grip, so I goes through this

So who I love don't go through shit

At this point I'm emotionless

[Verse 4: Malice]

The older I get the colder my heart grow

I'm surprised I could smile with such sorrow

And inside I keep it bottled

I'm numb to this shit like my pilot is on auto

My only alternative the pyro

Is this rap shit and that it's self's a side show

Truth be told, I've been feeling different lately

Like fuck money, and the dollar is the devil's baby

I'm empty inside, like hollow man

I'm here but I'm not like a hologram

Barry said P is selfish as hell

I was like stay in place homie watch yourself

Now this man could place my life upon a shelf

And as for P he is yet to wish me well

So there it is I pick my bone

Toast to CEO Mal, I sip alone

[Hook]

As I stay on my grind, gotta feed my family and my niggas

Ain't no if ands with me and my triggers

And these lead shots won't understand

Whatever your situation that there's your mess to fix

Re-Up won't go for it

Guns ring sing like vocalist, emotionless