Lyrics:
Pusha T
I go to Phlavz when I'm in Chicago
My brother the owner, I'm eatin' for free
I brought a million in cash around
So stop tellin' niggas you
chill
The streets is watching
When you froze your arms
Niggas want to test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, got to keep
Family
Pearl Cadillac on D's and Vogues, flip flops, T-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got
of another man
Especially when I have everything I want at hand
Except you, you
You know, I got every damn car, multiple cribs
But it's like, "No, I
Let me tell you a story
cbout a place with no glory
It may be where I grew up
But this place still sucks
We got high taxes, statewide tolls
Let me tell you a story
About a place with no glory
It may be where I grew up
But this place still sucks
We got high taxes, statewide tolls
I got a terrible thought in my mind
I think we've said all we've got to say
And that awful hour that you've been searching for
We finally found it
life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars
Thank you God, I appreciate
life is so hard
Every day I pray to God
Tell Him to touch my heart so He can ease the pain
Anything to hide the scars
Thank you God, I appreciate
here! Keep on hustlin', I guarantee, God willin'
Rest in peace Randy, shout out to Shakapilva, see I called you as one of the last ones (whole Chicago
and what I wear to work
I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps
I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want
You might think I'm depressed
got wild chicas who do whatever I say so (say so)
'Bout that dinero, so, if you want me you gotta peso
Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands
(I think they've lost their minds) Think y'all lost your mind
Y'all got me on my shit
Raw, rough and rugged, when addressin' the mass public
My
and what I wear to work
I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps
I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want
You might think I'm depressed
it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got
treat you better
Don't waste no more time
Baby let's go
Maybe we can go
Baby I'm down to do whatever
I don't really care, it doesn't matter
Let's not
glance
You got to look again
Misconception
Misconstruction
Whatever's clever
His tricks are his lethal weapon
But never fear
God is near
And he won't put
a right
Whatever way that i turn its still death after life
It don't discourage me, i ain't got nuthin to lose
But some punks that probably never turn
Justin Bieber and 3pac, so cute oh my god
Your love's so deep
You know that it humbles me (yeah)
You're by my side
Them troubles them not trouble me
ain't nothin' out of reach
Do what I say, I achieved, I achieved
You want the world? Let me preach, let me preach
I manifest everything that you see
I
lovin'
When you enamored by female companions, there's no standards
Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that's the damage
Reflecting on first
you want I got whatever you need I?m a hustla from the sha I can flip that
Billion dolla niggas with the billion dolla looks when them niggas got kush ?
day
A new time
A new season yeah
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
It's all in God's word
His word is in you
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
Is
'bout it where you from, then it ain't no different down here, listen
Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know (we all got away
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