It's Almost Dry Album Lyrics by Pusha T


Pusha T Lyrics

It's Almost Dry Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Brambleton

They're gonna die
(Why would I wanna?)

We was out in Brambleton after Pooh got hit
Club entourage in that new drop six
Ice that'll snag any new hot bitch
Champagne super soaker screamin', "Who got this?"
Beach niggas wanted work that they could move out quick
But my Norfolk niggas, they was on some shoot out shit
You and I, we were different like the two got mixed
Buyin' biggies but was ridin' on some 2Pac shit (why would I wanna?)
We was both hurt when we seen how Q drop bitch
Said we knew the ledge better, we the new plot twist
Who knew your face bein' all across the news outlets
Would mean forever I would never talk to you 'bout shit
Huh

Why would I wanna hold you down?
When I know you now, the past is your go to now
Shit, we really used to roll around
Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns
And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now
Can't water down, got fathers to your daughters now
Shit, but let me bring it all around
Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down (why would I wanna?)

You would pay sixteen, I would pay eighteen
When I paid twenty-two, still was a great thing
Laid up countin' a million, we daydream
'Til the plug took back his half, that's they change
Who was with you roamin' the halls at night pacing?
'Cause the feds watchin' them things that we chasing
Sliding doors just like the van on eighteen
Revolvin' doors on them whores, they playthings
It was much more than foreigns that we were racing
If the past catch your dash, no erasing
Black 'Rarri, white hood, make it a race thing
Who knew our dynasty would end up a Jay Dame thing?
Huh

Why would I wanna hold you down?
When I know you now, the past is your go to now
Shit, we really used to roll around
Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns
And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now
Can't water down, got fathers to your daughters now
Shit, but let me bring it all around
Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down (why would I wanna?)

It was sad watchin' dude in Vlad interviews
Really it's 'bout me, he channeled it through you
Had a million answers, didn't have a clue
Why Michael kissed Fredo in Godfather II
Names they concealed, I don't make up shit
This that no witnesses wrapped in duct tape shit
Needed all my niggas just to move your brick
That had me on Brambleton back when Pooh got hit
Huh

Why would I wanna hold you down?
When I know you now, the past is your go to now
Shit, we really used to roll around
Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns
And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now
Can't water down, got fathers to you daughters now
Shit, but let me bring it all around
Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down

Why would I wanna hold you down?



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Let The Smokers Shine The Coupes

If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love to boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss

We sip Ace out the flutes
Chanel scarves out the roofs
If I never sold dope for you
Then you're ninety-five percent of who?
How forsaken are the rules
I done paid for all of yous
If first fourty-eights the clue
Your jail cell was made for two
AMGs on auto cruise
The wrist's singin', auto tune
The dope game destroyed my youth
Now Kim Jones Dior my suits

If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love to boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss

Coca leaf and potpourris
Chains over Le Coq Sportif
Don't brag bricks to me
If they ain't tell ya to bring your skis
My Patek, hers petite
The triple play by E. Phillips
Bird feathers done made me chief
Whatever happened to black Marquise
Might buy your bitch a Jeep
I can make you lose your sleep
You millionaires on just TV
Now make it make sense to me

If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love to boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss



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Dreamin Of The Past

It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh

I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah)
They say gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah (yeah)

Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin'
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas get money, get money, get money
Like Ye samplin'
Gun stutter, make the drumline like Grambling
MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion
Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"
F*ck who you stampin', them niggas just stand-ins
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches can rob me

It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players
Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh

I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah)
They say gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah (yeah)

Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin'
You and your bitch income combinin'
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters
So you gots to understand there's a difference
There's window stickers and window lickers
You know the type, always tryna get in yo' picture
I was tryna get the dope through, in yo' sister
We won't baggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes, ha

It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh

I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah)
They say gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah (yeah)

Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design
Critics, "He's out of his mind"
Haters, "He's out of his prime"
Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs
Still I climb, Rockstar, Third Eye Blind
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine
Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne

Properties all across the board this monopoly's mine
Became a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house'll be mine
Could've bought it but I ain't like the way the kitchen designed
Born in a manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy's not home the family's in danger

I got plenty (I got plenty)
It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah)
They say, "Gimme (they say gimme)
He got plenty, yeah" (yeah)



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Neck & Wrist

[Pusha T]
You supposed to put the first five hundred in the safe and lose the combination
Neck and wrist don't lie
Neck and wrist don't lie

[Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
First in the Beach with a million-dollar auto
Bring the cameraman, we can shoot our own Narcos
812 matte black, lookin' like charcoal
I promise you the floor plan's nothin' like the model
Neck and wrist don't lie
Neck and wrist don't lie

[Pusha T]
The money counter ding is so exciting
Summertime, Winterfell, I'm the Night King
The Colgate kilo, the hood needs whitening (Skrrt)
We fishscale niggas like we all Pisces
Your bitch in my bubble like I'm still typing
She hopin' that you let her go like a kite string
Your eco-friendly jewelers, you keep recycling
Cartier bustdowns just not my thing
The B in the center of that left and right wing
The only time you'll ever see me next to Breitling (Skrrt)
Wonder where this started from, the facts are frightening
Richard Pryor's flame gave birth to pipe dreams, now we here

[Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
First in the Beach with a million-dollar auto
Bring the cameraman, we can shoot our own Narcos
812 matte black, lookin' like charcoal
I promise you the floor plan's nothin' like the model
Neck and wrist don't lie
Neck and wrist don't lie

[Pharrell Williams]
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
(And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line)

[JAY-Z]
The phase I'm on, love, I wouldn't believe it either
I'd be like, "JAY-Z's a cheater," I wouldn't listen to reason either
All I know is he's a felon, how is he sellin'?
Weed, the Caliva brothers, deep down, I believe you love us, huh
Feast your eyes, the piece unique, it's sapphire
Rappers liars, I don't do satire
Neither I nor my wrist move mockingly
Y'all spend real money on fake watches, shockingly
They put me on lists with these niggas inexplicably
I put your mansion on my wall, are you shittin' me?
I blew bird money, y'all talkin' Twitter feed
We got different Saab stories, save your soliloquies
They like, "If BIG was alive, Hov wouldn't be in his position"
If BIG had survived, y'all would have got The Commission
Hov was gon' always be Hov
It 'twas the universe will 'cause Allah said so, and now I'm here

[Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
First in the Beach with a million-dollar auto
Bring the cameraman, we can shoot our own Narcos
812 matte black, lookin' like charcoal
I promise you the floor plan's nothin' like the model
Neck and wrist don't lie
Neck and wrist don't lie



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Just So You Remember

As you come out to the light
Can your eyes behold the sight?
It's only Monday
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Just so you remember who you dealin' with
The number don't change, I know who the chemist is
Brick by brick, we kept open dealerships
Mitch by mitch, we built up our villages
Seein' you rappers apply for the stimulus
Livin' a lie but die for your images
It's guns involved like cowboys and Indians
You Trackhawk niggas are not my equivalent
Flew your bitch to Cuba for the thrill of it
But I ain't go, to show you what you shoulda did
Ten inch chains to hide all my blemishes
My Joker smile, you know who the villain is

Just so you remember who you dealing with
Look outside, the landscape ridiculous
Motion lights surrounded meticulous
Architectural Digest my premises
She just spent a million on the finishes
Millionaires were made out of middlemen
That hole in the attic was not for a ceiling fan
Army Celine, the wardrobe is militant
And army fatigue when I talk pyramids

Just so you remember who you dealin' with
The purest snow we sellin' white privilege
Designer drugs'll turn niggas limitless
Designer clothes, these hoes losin' innocence
The book of blow, just know I'm the Genesis

As you come out to the light
Can your eyes behold the sight?
It's only Monday
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Just so you remember who you dealin' with
His Pyrex talks but I'm the ventriloquist
Language different, I'm damn near an immigrant
A song with any of you niggas, I'm disinterested
The needle is sharp, but they ain't shootin' insulin
You missin' the point, these drums ain't Timbalands

Never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fool's Day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

We fight for the bill, you niggas still chippin' in
You'll Google to death the shit I get driven in
My boys in the hood is mixed with the menaces
The cane is sugar and cut by Dominicans
Open the box, it's like ten Christmases
My folks in the box is serving life sentences
I live in a world that never leaves witnesses
Just so you remember who you dealin' with

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late



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Diet Coke

Yesterday's price is not today's price
Like, like, crack-crack, like, like
Li-like, crack, crack
Like, like, like, like crack-crack
Like, like, like, like crack (crack)

Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
Everybody get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life
Missy was our only misdemeanor
My tunnel vision's better under stove lights
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
My workers compensated so they don't strike

Wish me luck, see green like Don Bishop
The ones you trust don't change like them chains you tuck
Far as I'm concerned, who's the best? Me and Yezos
Wash, then dry, so give me all of mine in pesos
Add it up (add it up)
Your bitches in them pictures but they laser taggin' us
They mad at us, who wouldn't be?
We became everything you couldn't be
Everything your mama said you shouldn't be
The Porsche's horses revvin', like, "Look at me"
Saddle up
I'm still pitchin', baby, batter up

Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
All you niggas get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life

The flow's untouched, the drums is tucked
Drive Cullinan when roads get rough
Snow's a must, the nose adjust
Young Gs like we Hov and Puff
Best jewelries and hoes we lust
Chanel trinkets and hoes'll blush
Crush hearts like pretty boys
And we drivin' pretty toys
Extendos will make plenty noise
Crescendo make your car endo
Pierce your car window
Missy was our only misdemeanor
Nike box hold a hundred thou' with no insoles, uh
The crack era was such a Black era
How many still standin' reflectin' in that mirror?
Lucky me

Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
All you niggas get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life



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Rock N Roll

Yeah, I'm sayin' somethin', they want the old way (yeah)
Comin' down the block the windows is fog hazy (yeah)
Never said, "I can't," my nigga, there's no way (no way)
Every time we wild, that's rock n' roll, baby

It's back to the basics, hop back in the matrix
Gave the Maybach back, back, now it's off to the races
Had 'em tappin' my phones, so I blurred out the faces
The new David Ruffin, I just follow Temptation
When you follow The Rager, the money is outrageous
Look at me, legally sellin' dope on all of these stages
Van Cleef & Arpels, V got all of the bracelets
The keys and the codes, and know where all of the safes is
We don't make mistakes here, we don't take no breaks here
My son is like a work of art, his father's like Shakespeare
I've done the impossible, I should wear a cape here
A "C" on my chest, coke dealers come and play here
Careers in it's eighth gear, nothin' left to do but levitate
I'm David Blaine here, I could disappear, I swear
We been gettin' change here, so what's really changed here?
Still next to Ye in here

Yeah, I'm sayin' somethin', they want the old way (yeah)
Comin' down the block the windows is fog hazy (yeah)
Never said, "I can't," my nigga, there's no way (no way)
Every time we wild, that's rock n' roll, baby
This is my story and yes you should pay me
Told her I ain't stayin' the night, she might hate me
Life is weird it's fair when they're not, so crazy
Every time we wild it's rock n' roll, baby

We the only clique takin' risks
Touchin' lives, f*ck ya hits
Touchin' skies, when you rich every drop make 'em blitz
I done drove every six, I done glowed every wrist
Every plot got a twist when you sink a battleship
I'm confused by your list, who are you's to convince
All the mules that I sent, what I miss?
I been gettin' at these coins as I'm breakin' down a brick
Made the jump to each level, Super Mario exists
All the spoons that were bent
All the fumes through the vents
I don't care what they do
This ain't that, that ain't this
I'm the trap, I'm the fix
I'm the broker, I'm the joker in the deck
Arthur Fleck when he's pissed, triple six

I accepted you the lie
All the times selfish thinkin' you was mine
I showed up then you arrived
I thought I could turn the tides
How I make it through the Chi
Get to you and almost die?
Finally tired of comin' and goin', make up your mind
I ain't come to pick up the kids to pick a fight
Goin' off all of the time
Showin' off all of the time
Pushin' me over the edge
Don't know if I'm fallin' or flyin'
How many nights I pray how many times
No matter what we say God will decide
God will decide
Call the divine, stars will align
Stars will align
Love mama but sometimes dad was right
Take his hand, hold on with all of your might
When you're lost in the light, call on the light
Follow the signs, walk in the shine

See, I'm losin' time
See, I really wanna live my life
See, I want more, I want more, I want more
See a young nigga try, yeah, oh
It never dries, oh
See, I want more, I want more, I want more



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Call My Bluff

Everything don't need to be addressed
The pull-ups like a FedEx truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800-Call-My-Bluff
Wake your ass up where you rest
On time like a Amazon truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800-Call-My-Bluff

Buffalo shrimp from Mahi Mah's
Coke deals upstairs at the Ramada
The ocean front motels was popular
And crack was cemented phenomenon
Elected Presidential was on my arm
Red stripe Pradas, and on and on
Drivin' a fiend car, dangerous, extremely armed
Shout to the branches, Antoine and Sean
Some niggas play different, involve your mom
Sister, aunt, niece, duct tape them all
We only in this sport to be LeBrons
When you're used to platinum, that gold be bronze
You're favorite rapper's dressin' like Comic Con
These necklaces is different, from charm to charm
Bury drug money from lawn to lawn
We learn from the wizards and Poppa Ron's

Everything don't need to be addressed
The pull-ups like a FedEx truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800-Call-My-Bluff
Wake your ass up where you rest
On time like a Amazon truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800-Call-My-Bluff

Callin' my bluff, gon answer, "Hello"
Service with a smile when I hand out halos
Shot clock shooters when I point 'em, they go
Now everybody askin', "What happened?" They know
Rather watch the sunset in Turks and Caicos
Eatin' kung fritters with chips and quesos
Don't make me call my TTGs with Dracos
Who all got amnesia until the case close
Sometimes I wish my fanbase was more like J Cole's
But dope boys gotta be the man like they know
How many more car faxes must get exposed
Imaginary shipments, fictitious payloads
You should listen to 'em on the platforms they on
The villains, the killings, no ceilings, I yawn
Niggas actin' like we can't pop up, hey Yon
We specialize in not gettin' locked up, Akon

(Hahaha, I don't feel like they get that)

Everything don't need to be addressed
The pull-ups like a FedEx truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800-Call-My-Bluff
Wake your ass up where you rest
On time like a Amazon truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800-Call-My-Bluff



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Scrape It Off

I just scraped it off the top (cut it)
Got it off the road, off the curb, off the block (cut it)
I was already sold out of work by ten o'clock (cut it)
In too deep in the streets
Felt that pain but it make a lot
Whenever she calls
Know what I gotta do
I'm movin' with a tool (yeah)
I pity that fool, woah
Yeah, oh

Yeah, uh
Tell me what I gotta do
Pull up in a bucket coupe
One for me and one for you
Yeah, like what the motherf*ck's a roof?
Yeah, I'm off the chain don't cut me loose
Yeah, I'm off the chain, I'm off the noose (the noose)
Yeah, get 'em picked off Bentley white like cotton (cotton)
Presidential so good, my doors don't gotta lock 'em
Wash the dirty money with the Oxy
I miscount 'cause I'm off of Oxy
Yeah, these niggas faker than a damn proxy
Callin' my shooter he said, "Copy"
Get that nigga plucked like a boogie
I like riches, hit like noogies
How the f*ck you ain't scared of no nigga
But you scared to put on yo' hoodie? (Yo' hoodie)
Man, my buzz light like Woodie

I just scraped it off the top (cut it)
Got it off the road, off the curb, off the block (cut it)
I was already sold out of work by ten o'clock (cut it)
In too deep in the streets
Felt that pain but it make a lot
Whenever she calls
Know what I gotta do
I'm movin' with a tool (yeah)
I pity that fool, woah
Yeah, oh

New toys (new toys)
Convoys (convoys)
Hunnid carrots on my neck, my boy
That a hunnid bunny rabbits tryna get, my boy (my boy)
From the cabbage I collect, my boy
Heard you niggas is gorillas? Let me check, my boy (my boy)
Say nothin' silly you regret, my boy
'Cause we got banana clips on the TECs, my boy (my boy)
And I can send it in a text, my boy
Thumbs up or the emoji with the flex, my boy (my boy)
Personalize every threat, my boy
Toll-free (toll-free)
That's direct, my boy
And if you need a couple keys I'm the connect, my boy
Off the top

I just scraped it off the top (cut it)
Got it off the road, off the curb, off the block (cut it)
I was already sold out of work by ten o'clock (cut it)
In too deep in the streets
Felt that pain but it make a lot
Whenever she calls
Know what I gotta do
I'm movin' with a tool (yeah)
I pity that fool, woah
Yeah, oh



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Hear Me Clearly

Hear me clearly, if y'all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me

These drug dealer rollies is my TikTok and Triller
Insecure bitches get lip fillers
Covered in white like bridezilla
And never been caught
So what's the Shiggy dance for a brick nigga?
Extracurricular
Art buyer, eight twelve 'Rari driver
Spent six just to make the roof Harry Potter
Kilogram kick starter push a brick harder
Left my elbow in the pot à la Vince Carter
Compared to two martyrs but I'm chasing moguls
Bosses meet for hamachi in the back of Nobu
No phones allowed, no phones allowed
Cell towers go ping from the nearest cloud
My JanSporters, my transporters and Jan's daughter
Who put up extra bed sheets to block the camcorders
You place orders, I hedge bets
Promises are when you follow through with your threats, nigga

Hear me clearly, if y'all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me
F*ck all these fairytales
Hear me clearly, if y'all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me
F*ck all these fairytales

Buy your bitch a Richard Mille
If she like Meeks, let no nigga claim rich and let 'em buy you sneaks
Wish upon a star, that's beyond your reach
Or you can lay with him in misery and grind your teeth
Let a brick nigga help you find your peace
G Wagon your seats, G's cover your pleats
Ten toes down, Loewe cover the cleats
Dope sell itself, got a trunk full of receipts
Is you lookin' for me or are we lookin' for Meech?
Stand on my standards, expanded with the Ziplock
Even if a nigga number better, never clique hop
Never tell a jeweler what you spent for your wristwatch
And we don't f*ck bitches who f*ck niggas on TikTok
See the difference 'tween me and them?
I move to a different drum like EDM
This coke speak to my soul like a medium
F*cking comedians

Hear me clearly, if y'all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me
F*ck all these fairytales

Hear me clearly, if y'all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me
F*ck all these fairytales



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Open Air

Sellin' cocaine in the open air
The boats is there
The notes is there
Yeah, the ropes is there
(They're gonna die)
You ready?

Out on the balcony, goat's in chair
Just got the word that the coast is clear
So I'ma send it down the coast and load it there
Imagine hangin' on a prayer knowing dope's in there
All that frontin' in your raps, you holdin' where?
We turnin' on the lights, you roaches clear
Parking lots, cemetery his ghost is there
Independent how I feel, the chauffer's there
Why would I do a turkey drive, then troll the mayor
When we feed the projects for most of the year
See my heart been black, ain't no hope in here
And we been let down by who's supposed to care
Me and Steven, gull wings, see those is rare
Ain't no Tonys in my circles, we Sosas here
In these ten crack commandments, I'm Moses, yeah
ARs do your body like folding chairs
Sit down

Sellin' cocaine in the open air
The boats is there
The notes is there
Yeah, the ropes is there

Bricks like blocks of government cheese
Seven hundred for the Japanese dungarees
VVS V12s don't f*ck with my Vs
Highest price hood bitches that scuff up they knees
Finally made your first million, but what's it to me?
Million dollar dog collar I'm pluckin' you fleas
See none of those barkin' can f*ck with the tree
And when they legalize that, the discussion's with me
Paris Le Meurice, the sprawling suite
His Cartier, her wrist Van Cleef
Exes deceased, uh
AKA rest in peace
Her mother's worst fear is you die in the streets
Seventeen mind changes up under my seat
Jean-Georges reservations I'm dyin' to eat
Then we toast with Sancerre, a sigh of relief
Watch you niggas blow it all just tryna compete

Sellin' cocaine in the open air
The boats is there
The notes is there
Yeah, the ropes is there



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I Pray For You

I pray for my enemies
I pray for my friends
I pray for the one who won't betray me again
I pray for the killers
I pray for the saints
Please pray for me now
'Cause darling, I pray for you
I pray for you, mmm
I pray for you, mmm
I pray for you
Pray for you

Rarely do you see the Phoenix rise from the ashes
Lightning struck twice on four classics
Self-preservation, we separate ourselves from the plastic
The ankle of my sweat still elastic
Still do gymnastics
If Hov's still forever young
Then I'ma somersault backwards through these chapters
Land in the soft white
Cook it 'til it's off white
They questionin' my score card
Hold it to a torch light
I hid it in the porch light
See I had the foresight
My 9-1-1 was pullin' up to matchin' Porsche night (ooh)
The married drug dealer, even named my son Brixx
He raps what he lives, so f*ck the nanny gon' sit?
It's the grown man in me
Searchin' for the plug, that's the nomad in me
Still the X factor that's the Rohan in me
Reluctantly a role model
That drown in too many gold bottles
Harold Melvin without the blue note
The past ten years, screamin', "Uno"
Then side step back into the duo
The kings of the Pyrex
I'm my brother's keeper, if you listen and you dissect
All I talk is money if you listen to my dialect
Bitch, I shot "Grindin'" in my mama's mama's projects
I'm just bein' honest with you, how is that for context?
You can live forever when the shit you write is timeless
We gon' live forever 'cause the shit we write is timeless

Tell me what I missed
New designer drugs and emotions I don't get
I don't Hellcat, still paddle when I shift
Vietnam, flashbacks, I get triggered by a sniff
Today's top fives only strengthenin' my myth
Belong on Rushmore just from chiselin' a brick
Still fightin' demons, see that curse is now my gift
Secrets die with me that's as deep as the abyss
That is no coincidence
When I was in the mix
Opened up your nose like I'm cuttin' it with Vicks
Slavin' over stoves like I rub together sticks
Paved another road so my soul would co-exist
But Heaven only knows I won't dig another ditch
In a suit and tie like you puttin' on the Ritz
Three record deals show me ignorance was bliss
Tryna milk a game that is only two percent
X told you hell is hot, I told you, "Repent"
Faith never waivered as I walked along the fence
Faith moves mountains so what are you up against?
Watch my brother 'round you bitches, I know he pretends
I greet you with the love of God, that don't make us friends
I might whisper in his ear, "Bury all of them"
Light another tiki torch and carry it again
Back up on my high horse is chariots again
Put the ring back on her finger, marry it again
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