s wife Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year
, yea for all you haters And you motherfuckin' wannabes Hypnotize Minds niggas here So motherfucking homework for you bitches Study the motherfucking albums Hoes that's all you
here, you little motherfucker You ain't going to fuck with me Got me coming to this damn precinct Dammit, I'm a kick your motherfucking ass Shit, you
your worth It's so sad, cause it's all the truth you have Trade breath for gold There's no Armageddon when banks are there to relieve you Why prevent
you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man) Man, you got to be cool blood Gotta feel you right here Niggaz down for whatever Everybody's so
's looking for a home he's looking for a home he's looking for a home he's looking for a home he's looking for a home he's looking for a home he's looking
they let him make it Heard it 'bout the incident, it's crazy how he just got faded (it's fucked up) But it's better places, G's call it heaven's Matrix
between You know you wouldn't want it any other way Just when you think you've got me figured out The season is already changing I think it's cool you do what you
, and you're afraid, and you're so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep. That's what it's like when you run away from home. Lots of people will
you eat anything, you gon' strip it!' I 'cided to do a little piece a-work for him He went in there an got me sorghum, molasses cornbread, toasted cheese
you better talk Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you we want your man, you
And then I build it... Double it! She appears all in white and I take her hand, Kiss it and lead her on the floor... This step's good for the costume...Astaire's
flight and at the funeral, mama say boy you know it's gonna be alright but now he;s gone, ain't nobody to run his home another kingpin stripped from
(Yukmouth) I'm still out here my nigga you cant tell still at the kitchen table cuttin down coke for sell Still gritin' still conducting business through
quick (ohh!) (Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man) Man you got to be cool blood Gotta feel you right here, niggaz down for whatever
who sent him Until his belly was full Now that's fuel for fire, used to inspire You to inquire about the truth but there's a liar Cooking up a plot,