La Pusha - Rochy RD

Yeah, King Push I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like What a brick weigh, what your bitch like Ace bottles and late models, niggas happy with the base model Fashion God from fake model, they follow I'm the culture, KRS in a 'Rosta Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I'm the joker My bitch got the poker face, she a soldier Might let you fuck just so she can show me the safe Yugh! I did live through drug wars, open suicide doors Fuck the bitch on mink floors but it ain't enough Yugh! Seen the world on these tours, Porsche paying 'til I bought Yugh! I partied off shores but it ain't enough Motivate or I can be a menace, you got two choices I got one chopper, I'm hearing voices I'm seeing visions, these Rolls Royces In arms reach, I come creep, these snakes are poisonous Oyster perpetual lifestyle, look at the watch on me right now Bezel blinding like a bright cloud It's a drug dealer's dream Everything that I say is everything that I mean Let's weigh it up Check, kilogram on the neck, money, power, respect Real shooter's on deck, but it ain't enough Yes, man I just got the text, she's just waiting, undressed Her girlfriend brought the checks, she ain't enough Everybody get the tech, all you niggas hit the deck Bitches think he got next, but it ain't enough Haters still wanna test, but I just say, "Fuck the rest" Always gave her my best, but it ain't enough

I wanna talk to all you addicts out there That's got yourself a great big Joan And you have tried all the methadone And you just can't leave that heroin alone I wonder Have you tried Dope just touched down I'm so grateful Numbers so low, bitch, be thankful They say don't let the money change you That's how we know money, ain't you Bitch, I been had Bitches been bad We buy big boats Bitch, I'm Sinbad Downright sinful Bitch, we been full All my dopeboys We like kinfolk Be more burnt spoon DC glass pipe VA sent bales About that trap life Blew through thousands We made millions Cocaine soldiers Once civilians Bought hoes Hondas Took care children Let my pastor Build out buildings Rapped on classics I been brilliant Now we blendin' We chameleons, ahh! Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darling to set me free Come back baby Just find me one more time Ooh baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind, I can't- Who else got the luxury to drop when he want 'Cause nobody else can fuck with me? What a show-off Nigga wrist for wrist let's have a glow off Fuck it, brick for brick let's have a blow off If we go by connections made I can still climb ladders when complexions fade (yugh) White on white that's the tester Black on black that's the Tesla See these diamonds in this watch face? All that shit came from pressure They don't miss you 'til you gone with the wind And they tired of dancing like a Ying Yang Twin You can't have the Ying without the Yang my friend Real niggas bring balance to the game I'm in (yugh) Can't escape the scale if I tried Interstate trafficking's alive (push) Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darling to set me free Come back baby, just find me one more time Ooh baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind, I can't- Still fresh off the boat niggas Don't make me super soak niggas Your life ends up a quote nigga The good die young, all dogs go to heaven It's really just momma's falling out on the reverend I play musical chairs with these squares Rich flair before they was Ric Flair's cocaine concierge Longest running trapper of the year Stood the test of time like Dapper Dan Season my sauce like Zatarain's Is he still in the caravan? (No) It's a mill in in the caravan? (Whoa) Richard Mille on a leather band (whoo) Behind the wheel like an ambulance (go) On my way up to Maryland (go) Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darling to set me free Come back baby, just find me one more time Ooh baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind, I can't- Come back baby, just find me one more time Ooh baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind, I-I can't

Yeah Been lucid living in dis muhfucka Aye Vibin on the interstate, a nigga glidingg Wildin, bout to take the blame for this climate Tell my nigga Preme we bout to go an start a riot Once i seen the numbers on this check i tried to dial it Dial it? Yo Masiah you be wilding Once I get this money, Ima buy my self an island Keep my shit on airplane mode, I think I like the silence Im Wildin Im Wildin My Niggas they be Riding wahoo Im on the road I remember staring at the closet with no clothes Tampa Tee you see me now Im rapping on boat Used to eat at Gyros, why you think they call me goat Yeah manifesting help me get me closer to my goals Selling out had my doubts Fire Rob My Will I call it suicide, im to scared to take my life I just did a show with nova, back on point like porcupines Reaching Zenith, guess im dreaming, eye is like a crystal ball HAN Seeing future, i was the one who was hiding his face Stone medusa most of you rappers be hiding ya waves Like a durag, used to tuck the blue rag Bundled up my merch, they askin urkel "how he do that" Vibin on the interstate, a nigga glidingg Wildin, bout to take the blame for this climate Tell my nigga Preme we bout to go an start a riot Once i seen the numbers on this check i tried to dial it Dial it? Yo Masiah you be wildin Once I get this money, Ima buy my self an island Keep my shit on airplane mode, I think I like the silence Im Wildin Im Wildin My Niggas they be Ridin wahoo Im fuckin tieeeed Of working for a business Got me running checks up like a doctor doin a fitness Bitch i do this for the culture ima do this for my children Im talking bout the niggas who be copying my image In a Hyundai, hotbox in the whip, right in broad day Why you actin hard pussy nigga this ain't Broadway Im a fashion killer, gun walk down a runway Peons looking at me like dis nigga went the wrong way Nikes on, SB, tell me who gon check me Pockets swole, fetti-chinni i got cheese, i ain't cheap if it impress me Im applyin pressure like the bleeding getting messy Tell em not to test me Vibin on the interstate, a nigga glidingg Wildin, bout to take the blame for this climate Tell my nigga Preme we bout to go an start a riot Once i seen the numbers on this check i tried to dial it Dial it? Yo Masiah you be wildin Once I get this money, Ima buy my self an island Keep my shit on airplane mode, I think I like the silence Im Wildin Im Wildin My Niggas they be Ridin wahoo

Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? The game's fucked up Niggas' beats is bangin', nigga, ya hooks did it The lyric pennin' equal the Trumps winnin' The bigger question is how the Russians did it It was written like Nas, but it came from Quentin At the mercy of a game where the codes is missin' When the CEO's blinded by the glow it's different Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks Let the sock puppets play in their roles and gimmicks Shit, remember Will Smith won the first Grammy? And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie" So I don't tap dance for the crackers and sing Mammy 'Cause I'm 'posed to juggle these flows and nose candy (yugh) Ferrari, my 40th, blew the candles out Tom Brady'd you niggas, I had to scramble out They be ridin' these waves, I pulled my sandals out Jefe Latin my Grammy, I went the Spanish route Oh, now it's okay to kill Baby Niggas looked at me crazy like I really killed a baby Salute Ross 'cause the message was pure He see what I see when you see Wayne on tour Flash without the fire Another multi-platinum rapper trapped and can't retire Niggas get exposed, I see the cracks and I'm the liar? Shit, I've been exposed, I took the crack and built the wire Now who do you admire? Your rap songs is all tryin' my patience Them prices ain't real without inflation I done flew it, I done grew it, been a conduit Moynat bags on my bitches, I done blew it See through it, neck, igloo it Habla en español, I "y tu" it Let Steven talk streamin' and Shazam numbers I'll ensure that you gettin' every gram from us Let's cram numbers, easily The only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-E How could you ever right these wrongs When you don't even write your songs? But let us all play along We all know what niggas for real been waitin' on Push I do, so, yeah Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? I'm gone, I'm gone, you hear me? I'm gone

Ayy Tell Ayy, got one? Ayy, tell On a spell Purple jet Purple jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I spent two milla on where I rest I got two hundred up on my neck Dual exhausts like Twin Towers On that Carerra I cause a jet Please call 9-1-1 You know this a Turbo S Still got the scale, nigga Feel like I'm Virgo-esque I might fuck up a check on her If we kick it, David Beck on her That's my Becky with the good hair Say King Push done went left on 'em All designers, not a problem Ask Desiigner, I signed him (true) Billboard's a jungle gym Sat back and watch 'em climb 'em It's Nobu on his charter Crab roll starters (no chopsticks) Main course was from Malaysian open waters Apollo jets, you just jet smarter Love the money And I'm married to the game, meet me at the altar I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check (check, check) I'ma go cop me a TEC (TEC, TEC) Milly gon' cop him a TEC (TEC, TEC) For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Ballin' hard like the Lakers Givin' bitch nigga no favors You gettin' hit with the razors He gettin' hit with the shaver Ballin' hard like the Pacers Niggas talkin' like they raised us None of 'em raised us I'ma get right to this paper I'ma get right through this paper Run through a check I'ma go die for respect Bitch nigga hit like the ref For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet