Pusha T
Chanteur

Américain

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Lyrics
P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?

All I see is 60 day stars and 20 year thousandaires
Not enough shoppin’, whole lot of browsingaires
My reinvention, I know you thinkin’ how’s it fair
You stream kings but you never fit a crowd in there
Supreme team, parallels when the powder clears
I seen things that I’m still not even proud to share
You Zeus network *, you hear me loud and clear
Get these fifty five hundred a hosting * out of here
Sand color Rolls Royce, we like Saudis here
The only Audi here is driven by my au pair
Ghostface with the wrist, bird falconaire
Willy Falcon, trunk full of talcum here
Shotgun wit’ ya ex, feels like Malcolm’s near
Send a hit though a text, ain’t no shoutin’ here
Bypass M.I.A., too much crowd in there
I spent summers wit’ connects, love that mountain air

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?

Yeah, OK
Call me Mr. Brella how I weather the storm
F40, 3 milly, I peel off like an orange
I got deaf and blind * trying to see what it do
Little feature, * threaten to sue me
Tell your lawyer to set the fee
LaFerrari doors open up like its therapy
That number ain’t bread to me
That million is crumbs
You * is bums
I’m not a tough guy
I’m a Flower Boy, them bees get you stung
Oh, nah, nah, nah
Yeah, they will buzz for me
you tricky * puzzle me
I could never buy a * a Birkin cause she * me
I got homes I ain’t sleep in, the options
My * Push keep dirty white moving like mosh pits
They watching
I’m like white * the way I pop *
I need God to play the lead in my biopic
The curse of the zeros
When you become the Devil or the tap dancing negro
I came to terms that I’ma probably outgrow my heroes
Come get with me

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?

If they had to weigh the operation, call it obese
I mix it like Mahomes, then I tell ‘em go deep
The rag top drop, playin’ hide and go seek
The Bentley leather match the piping, that’s the Motif
Just to think I built a rap career off an oz.
I’m watchin’ new * rap just to O.D.
If I didn’t give you both sides, I wouldn’t be me
I was the only one to walk away and really be free
As far as I’m concerned, I do really be he
I can open up my closet with a skeleton key
If I lie to myself, I can sell it to me
I done sung along with rappers I never believed
Came back for the money, that’s the Devil in me
Had to hide it from the church, that’s the Jekyll in me
I never thought twice what pressure would be
Cause * chains look just like oppression to me

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?



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Lyrics
I remember late nights, pissy hallways
Driving me psycho
The money wouldn’t come fast enough
We was back and forth, down streamline
Moving weight was like lipo
The rest of y’all stuck in a rut
* double crossing, talk behind ya back
See, that’s where the knife go
I guess they wasn’t * wit’ us
Some * get the luck of the draw
For others, life is a dice roll
And waiting on faith ain’t for us
When you young, you realize that you can’t trust a mouth where the pipe go
They tried but couldn’t love you enough
Dance music on my neck
Where’s your water bottle?
Diamonds, the light show
Looking like the sun in the club
If you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O.
I’m talkin’ 850 or bust
See you really real power when you make * balance on tight ropes
They know they not much for the blood
Have my man shoot ya block
I’ma send his * far as the flight go
Ain’t worried ‘bout ducking a judge
Keep frontin’ for ya *
Cause any minute repo might show
You know that * up in a month
Heard your man was in there singing for his life
They was calling him maestro
Cause time that heavy can crush
When you pay a * back, like it’s layaway, whispering “die slow”
The last words you hear in the trunk

You don’t know what I know
You ain’t seen what I saw, no
You ain’t been where I go
Wit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closed
My shooter turn you inside out
I heard the Feds turned the crib inside out
Drop the roof on you *, let the inside out
Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out

Go get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistline
Both sticks came with the drum
I was 5’6”, shoulder with a chip
Wish a * to take mine
Index yanked till it’s numb
Used to call me Windex ‘cause this thing I spray gon’ make you change minds
I done seen Hercules run
We was powerlifting 2.2’s
Nah, we ain’t throw gang signs
My brick walk was second to none
I would have them take a number like DMV
That was the baseline
Checkout on register one
Miami * like Big Perm ‘cause they numbers was Faizon
Cubans showed me nothing but love
When it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an Avon
Who won’t sweep it under the rug
On the road, with a load, *, break line
I knew where to place mine
I don’t keep the gun in the glove
Hit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytime
Cause K9’s sniff out a crumb
Hands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I’m crossing the state line
Dumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumb
Survival of the fittest
You either get acquitted or face time
I done had an infamous run
My story gon’ hit the first 48
Then it’s on Dateline ‘cause this really * I’d done

You don’t know what I know
You ain’t seen what I saw, no
You ain’t been where I go
Wit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closed
My shooter turn you inside out
I heard the Feds turned the crib inside out
Drop the roof on you *, let the inside out
Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out


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Lyrics
How I’m doing?
All things considered
Let’s be specific
My mama cheek, I miss it
I wanna kiss it
Nige asking for siblings
I know he meant it
V miscarried, we hid it
I’m glad he missed it
Hunnid thousand a “maybe”
You stick wit’ it
(Again, again)
Preorder the strollers
Our face in it
(Again, again)
I pays for my stork wit’ the baby in it
If the sky’s not your limit, you’ll never get it
Turn * statistics, I’m so sadistic
So religious, that’s so Malicious
No division, still snow magicians
Blitzing * for riches like fourth and inches
Pay attention and listen, the snake’s hissin’
* is writing’ statements and say they didn’t
Dream of taking you down, the hate hittin’
Wanna show you around but they J Prince’ing

Richard’s replace all the Pasha’s
Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
* I look like tryna borrow
Blow a budget like * it
We gon’ tuck it till it all falls down
When this chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

All things considered, I been forgiven
I done packed the blizzard in Honda Civic’s
Took fatherless women and showed ‘em living
Left Mama the children, it take a village
Writings was on the wall, like hieroglyphics
My circle split up the pie, that’s long division
When Jada was asking “Why?”
I saw the vision
My homies that didn’t die was all in prison
Visits behind the glass, my mirror image
Skin is blemished
Names was mentioned
Explains the sentence
The pain is endless
Identifying the body, it takes forensics
Guns, Czechoslovakian
It starts and ends it
The only sin left is to flirt with vengeance
Made my exit just to make my entrance
Revolving door, maybe I can make a difference

Richard’s replace all the Pasha’s
Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
* I look like tryna borrow
Blow a budget like * it
We gon’ tuck it till it all falls down
When this chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

Life or death are simple formalities
Ain’t no way around it
You can poison the world and technicalities
Ain’t no way around it
It’s genocide when pawns read the headlines
The kingdom of truth can never outlive a lie
They’ll come for your king but the throne survives
Unleash the queen
Take ‘em dead or alive
Pyro, pyrex
I see, iris
Violins of violence
Either way it was worth the suspense

I've considered all things



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Stream “Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers”: https://ffm.to/letgodsortemout

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Lyrics
It’s always the loudmouths that can’t count
The right price, I put the AR in the saint’s mouth (talk about it)
Bring all the watches and the chains out
Heat come, I’m De Niro, I got the safe house
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Surrounded by * with tears that don’t drip
(Talk about it)
That ain’t the ghost that you appear to go get
Finally got the courage but you still a whole *
The rest of y’all on my six year ago *
Every move intentional, the links is atypical
Like baseball in D.R., you know what the stick’ll do
(This is culturally inappropriate)
We got the drop on your shadow
You know we can get to you
The pen to express my dreams and expertise
And TEC’s I squeeze
Coke spots all over like leprosy
It’s a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you see
Got every single word of the hex I need
The death I breathe, the death I see
Looks so good on ya, the coffin wood on ya
Closed casket cause I’m only siccing wolves on ya
Berlinetta horse power, put them hooves on ya
Blow a half a mil in LV leather goods on ya
We been doing this for eons
While you thirsty trying to figure out who you can spill the tea on
I’m in coffee fields making mil’s
You get the chills ‘cause this * is real
Now let me ribbon bowtie your surprise
The feeling that you get when you realize
It was really you that died and we are so alive
Conspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s us
Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush
Dead on your back with your eyes looking up
Chandeliers
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place
* speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenate
Hip-hip into its newest place
Made it cool for Grammy nominated LP’s from previous generation MC’s
And that rings loud and reverberates
It’s not fair to them, I’m thinking I deserve the hate
Bring it, the only thing you killing is precious time
Used to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf and blind
So cancel me before I unleash the “Panther” me
The pantheon is a family, we some upstanding G’s
The difference between regular spitters and bosses
My principles’ high
You need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbit
Tape sabbaticals on avenues
Bring AK’s on vacay’s when we paddle canoes
Follow the leader, Terminator
Hasta la vista, man of the year
Nasir, rockin' chandeliers


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