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[Pusha T]Malice found religion, Tony found prisonI'm just tryna find my way out this fucking kitchenA birdseye view got me channelling my visionTurn one to two now the kilo's got a siblingFather knows best, wash my hands all is forgivenWe kicking up dust like the colosseum floorsWalls full of safes like they mausoleum doorsPussy getting wet as she walking through my morgueGrants, Jacksons no room for GeorgeYeh, the Fear of God's in you muthafuckersThis art imitate my lifeYou Worldstarhiphop fame based off imitation hypeEliminate the fools gold and imitation iceMy music for your soul, inspiration for your lifeEvery dime made in his life more disastrousHelp my new bitch see her way through her Bachelor'sSent my old bitch right back to get her MastersSame graduation I was clapping in the raftersThe truth hurts everytime it's revealedWhat goes around comes around, this is lifes ferris wheelGrab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parrallel parkKentucky derby on the grillThe fact that I'm free lets me know God is greatTen year marathon of me selling concentrateThese rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fearVillian like candyman, say my name and I'll appearNo weapon formed against me shall prosperHakuna matata, feet up sipping javaStrolling up the totem poll, what's my only problemScrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddlerSo many hands raised as the band playsI'm here now, watch how many nigga's plans change[Kanye West]Penitentiary chances, the devil dancesAnd eventually answers to the call of AutumnAll of them fallin' for the love of ballin'Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec BaldwinInter century anthems based off inner city tantrumsBased off the way we was brandedFace it, Jerome get more time than BrandonAnd at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's randomBut we stay winning, this week has been a bad massageI need a happy ending and a new beginningAnd a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrativeAnd sold your dreams, you don't know who did itI treat the cash, the way the government treats aidsI won't be satisfied til all my niggas get itI need more drinks and more lightsHot American Apparal girl in just tightsShe told the director she tryna get in a schoolTold to take them glasses off and get in the poolIt's been a while since I watched the tubeIts like a crip said: "I got way too many blues for any more bad news"I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh todayThey rewrite history I don't believe in yesterdayWhat's a black beetle anyway, a fucking roachI guess thats why they got me sitting in fucking coachBut God said I need a different approachCause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing cokeIt ain't funny anymore try dipping jokesTell 'em hug and kiss my ass, x and oKiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I'm got itPlay strings for the dramaticAnd end all of that wack shhAct like I ain't had a belt in two classesI ain't got it I'm going after whoever who has itI'm coming after whoever who has itYou blowing up, that's good, fantasticThat y'all, its like that ya'llI don't really give a fuck about it at allCause the same people that tried to black ball meForgot about 2 things, my black balls[Pusha T]Uh, I let you into my diary to admire meThe making of this man, I let you see the higher meThe self righteous drug dealer dichotomyI'm drawing from both sides, I'm SiameseThe tug of war opens the door, entradaRip me apart and see what's inside this pinataAnd rolling kilos in gym(?) is one sagaOne chapter of black magic, I'm Harold PotterFeels like I'm doomed to dealing with women whomRelationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloomAnd blossom, I swear this Vegas nights was awesomeBut adios I blow my own dice before I toss 'em, loss 'emSome other muthafuckers double crossed 'emTryna snatch my nigga back I blew a small fortuneRussell with the work, we was like the four horsemenRick Flair with the flame, I'm muthfucking Gorgeous, woooooooooAs the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden SmtihWhiter than the coke brush that they paint me withSunk leather seats softer than an angels kissBut the devil red, tires double treadI'm posting parks up. that gets me double headTight rope walking tryna keep a level headThe bright lights blind look what the devil didYeah[Kanye West]It's hip hop, this is euphemism for a new religionThe soul music for the slaves that the youth is missingThis is more than just my road to redemptionMalcolm West had the whole nation standing to attentionAs long as I'm in Polo's they think they got meBut they would try to crack me if they ever saw a black meI thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack meIf a nigga ain't running shootin a jump shot running a track meetBut this pimp is, on the top of mount OlympusReady for the Worl's game, this is my OlympicsWe make 'em say ho cause the game is so pimpishChoke a southpark writer with a fishstickAnd I assisted to get up offa this dickAnd these drugs, fans can't resist itRemember, remind of when they tried to have Ali enlistedIf I ever one of the greatest homie, I must have missed it!
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