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Pusha T
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[Verse 1:]
They been tryna tie me to the BALCO,
Too many clicks in the dial tone,
I'm my city's Willy Falcon,
How you niggas celebratin' Alpo?
I'm disgusted,
Interior rustic, the mustard-colored wall's adjusted,
Trap doors everywhere,
MAC's come out the floor; dinners at the Forge,
Four Seasons all four seasons,
It's good to have a getaway for no reason.
Concierge never speak,
‘Cause this week look like last week,
They both named Ashley,
I might travel to El Barrio
To get it from daddy-o, then adiós.
Cellphone at the back patio,
I didn't have to make a cameo to get it off.

[Chorus:]
I hope you bettin' on the sleeper,
It all started on a beeper,
Now they askin' for the feature
Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers,
Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA.

[Verse 2:]
Yuugh! Pops up like dandruff,
Beverly Hills Jed Clampett,
A shotgun wedding to collect my ransom,
Cameo Chris Hansen;
I'm at your door,
You don't wanna know him if you owe him,
I done boxed in cars and had to tow ‘em,
I done laid in lawns when they didn't mow ‘em,
Even hogtied wives, I had to show ‘em
That I mean business.
I mean everything I say, no witness,
No forgiveness, Souls of Mischief,
It's on through infinity, my arms are endless,
Your arms too short to box with God.
Might send a bitch a Elie Saab,
She fucks and robs,
Ten grand just to touch the job,
Close range, she don't duck and dodge,
You can't trust them odds.

[Chorus – ×2:]
I hope you bettin' on the sleeper,
It all started on a beeper,
Now they askin' for the feature
Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers,
Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA.

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