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Good Morning Lyrics by Black Thought Ft. Killer Mike, Pusha T & Swizz Beatz

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Grime Music, bitches
Hey, good morning
Hey, good morning
Hey (Good morning)
Hey

Yo, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es, water plugs and wokeness
Water bugs and roaches, drugs and overdoses
How you approach this? Philly is where the dope is
My uncles Reds and Willy is still the goldsmiths
Whole shit steady, we close nit and deadly
As a heart attack, trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless, Getty Images
Vile temperament, you start shit, we endin' it
It's mad last wishes, gas mask kisses
The thin line between savants and savages
Your life could depend on the laws of averages
The difference between black and white is mad privilege
For Lucifer, sun of the morning
Who swore we'd ignored every one of them warnings
But try to run for cover under one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm come
Tell the Lord time for His encore performance

Good morning
Good morning
Hey (Good morning)
Hey (Good morning)
Fuck that shit, on the wake up
Dreaming every day of tryna get my cake up
Hey, hey

I got four million in homes three hours apart
Drug dealer tastes, I think I glow in the dark
I only do features to keep hitting my mark
And show you motherfuckers you ain't good as you thought
Let's go, Panamera shopping in a pandemic
The work got grill lines when the pan's searing
Give you the whole clip to let your mans hear it
The pallbearer next to them so they can all fear it
Ulterior motives with the Modus
Bulletproof package like I'm POTUS
I'm just cashing in on what they owe us
They say the coming winter is the coldest
Celine fur hanging off the shoulder
What's worse? The gift or the curse?
The only way to celebrate a death is with a birth
That Maybach seat can be converted to a hearse
I mean every word while you think it's just a verse
I'm gone

Good morning
Good morning
Hey (Good morning)
Hey (Hold on)

Just as soon as the sun rise, the night dies
You was building pyramids and African empires
Where pale-skin savages was straight had light eyes
Was still eatin' raw meat and barely could light fires
Before we ever sold cocaine, we civilized Spain
You are not the first black man in the Mediterranean
Shit, you lying to impress, you was just insane
I look at you with the disdain of an old shit stain
How you product of a God and you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh before I drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by black women, west African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my name
While these chump rappers rap about the shit they cop
Man, I cop my block, and this shit don't stop
I'm the official unofficial mayor of my city
Learned my lesson from the crack trapped in school of high thoughts
Push the D like Pusha T and kept my mind Black Thought
Michael Render is the ender, what the fuck you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender, what the fuck you thought?
God

Circles Lyrics by Pusha T
(Ft. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner)

Work, hard work (Grrrrrrrrrrah!)
Work, hard work (Git!)
Hard work (Git! Git!)
Work, hard work (Grrrrrrrah!)

Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass in a circle
Tell her show what that work do
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Geeked up, bitch, Urkel
She gon' throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Throw that ass in a circle
She gon' throw it back for a boss
Look back for a boss
Make it clap for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin' head in my drawers
Gettin' head with my drawers on
Party Friday like a boss
Maserati like a boss, ayy, yeah

Put you in all that designer
If we get high, you could be my supplier
You can get lost once you find her
We gon' get high, we gon' need a lighter

Yeah, throw that ass in a circle, now
Show me how you been workin' now
I just wanna be certain now
Surgery's the new workin' out
Love the way that you perkin' out
Compliments to your surgeon now
Ain't no need to be nervous now
You know the cost of these Birkins?
Never had a problem with it
I just tally up the digits
He count it by the band
I just count it by the midget
If we on the same accord
I'll take you out that Honda Civic
And they just like to talk about it
I just rap it 'cause I live it

Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass in a circle
Tell her show what that work do
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Geeked up, bitch, Urkel
She gon' throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Throw that ass in a circle
She gon' throw it back for a boss
Look back for a boss
Make it clap for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin' head in my drawers
Gettin' head with my drawers on
Party Friday like a boss
Maserati like a boss, ayy, yeah

Put you in all that designer
If we get high, you could be my supplier
You can get lost once you find her
We gon' get high, we gon' need a lighter

Throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass 'til it hurts you
Let me see what that work do
You can't hide what that skirt do
Throw that ass in a circle
Make it rain 'til it's purple
Go all night with no curfew
You should call out of work too, yeah

Bullets, they fly out the MAC and I'm gon' clean it
Bullets, they fly on the track 'fore a nigga fuck with you
'Fore a nigga fuck with you, fuck with you
'Fore a nigga fuck with you, fuck with you
'Fore a nigga fuck with you, yeah I'm too stoned

Yeah, 911 heaven
Seven figure nigga, laced out with 7/11
Tonight she ain't yours
She off the 7th Heaven (Let's go)
Blowbama P, she call me Living Legend, yeah

Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass in a circle
Tell her show what that work do
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Geeked up, bitch, Urkel
She gon' throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Throw that ass in a circle
She gon' throw it back for a boss
Look back for a boss
Make it clap for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin' head in my drawers
Gettin' head with my drawers on
Party Friday like a boss
Maserati like a boss, yeah

Git! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Grrrrrrrrrah!
(Yeah!)
Grrrrrrrrrah!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Grrrrrrrrrah!

On My Mind Lyrics by Moxie Raia
(Ft. Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Moxie Raia]
On my mind, on my mind
You're playing on my mind
I gotta push rewind
On my mind, on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
All I see, every sign, in between, over line
All the channels all the time
On my mind, on my mind
On my mind

[Pre-Chorus: Moxie Raia]
Lost this fight, all day and night
I'm swimming in the deep
I just need you next to me
Just need you next to me
This five trends been here since '10
I'm caught up in the blue
Now you're mad about it too, ooh ooh

[Chorus: Moxie Raia]
Cause all the time
God knows I've tried
But I don't know; want you?
I don't want you off my mind
Every night
Yeah, it's more than fine
Cause I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind

[Verse 2: Moxie Raia]
On the grind, calculated
What you say about my mind?
On my mind, on my mind
Got me thinkin' on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
I'm in love, want your vibe
Laundry out on the line
Sitting here hiding dry
On my mind
On my mind

[Pre-Chorus: Moxie Raia]
Lost this fight, all day and night
I'm swimming in the deep
I just need you next to me
This five trends been here since '10
I'm caught up in the blue
And are you mad about it too? Ooh ooh

[Chorus: Moxie Raia]
Cause all the time
God knows I've tried
But I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind
And every night
Yeah, it's more than fine
Cause I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind
I don't mind
I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind
No, I don't want you off my mind

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Me [?] search box
Wonder where that hurt stop?
Washed up, all the cousins always make the worst cops
Work phones in my [?]
Every hour on the hour 'til she loves off
See my fashion, found another passion
Not the way they cashin'
Who the music kept in?
Who's askin'?
New goals, contracts with loop holes
The president can still move O's
On your mind, maybe?
They say [?] love is real, it's blind, baby
Stevie Wonder pull the sting and she went ah lately
That niece, twenty Mercedes
Slip doors for me and my lady, proper crazy

[Chorus: Moxie Raia]
It's all the time
God knows I've tried
But I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind
Every night
Yeah, it's more than fine
Cause I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind
All the time
God knows I've tried
But I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind
Every night
Yeah, it's more than fine
Cause I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind

[Outro: Moxie Raia]
All the time
It's more than fine
I don't know; want you?
No, I don't want you off my mind
No, I don't want you off my mind, yeah

Please Lyrics by Rico Love
(Ft. Pusha T)

I hurt you, I'll tell the truth
In the end, I know I'll lose, yeah
All the things I put you through
They won't compare to what you could do
In a minute I'ma lose my mind
'Cause I know I really broke your heart
Told you sorry 'bout a thousand times
Since we broke up 'cause it's all my fault
Oh, I'm just asking you

Please just don't fuck none of my niggas
No, baby, please just don't fuck none of my niggas
I know that I messed up, yeah I did you wrong
I respect the fact that you'll be moving on
But, baby, please just don't fuck none of my niggas, none of my niggas

Got so many Keishas in my phone, I know
I'm better off leaving you alone, I know
Deep down inside, you're the one I want, I know
But you're over me, I know
All of my temptations, can't get over them
All the situations that I put you in
Even caught me flirting with your very best friend, I know
I deserve all the worst, you're the gift, I'm the curse
Wish I could hit reverse,
I can't though, but I'm begging you

Please just don't fuck none of my niggas
No, baby, please just don't fuck none of my niggas
I know that I messed up, yeah I did you wrong
I respect the fact that you'll be moving on
But, baby, please just don't fuck none of my niggas, none of my niggas

[Pusha T: ]
I know you like them winners
And upscale vandal type of dinners
And seeing cameras flashing like the Jenners
The bros is off limits, these navy niggas out here
But they don't fit your image, and you love being outchea
Don't let 'em put you out there, what's a bag to a boss?
Drown you in champagne and let you crash at the loft
Being bitter can backfire, I'm fucking sisters
You take me back, now you hate her ass and keep her distant
If we tit for tat, ain't no getting back,
I'm just getting head, you might get a rack
Your body count is mounting, you can't get that back
Play the game, it's full circle like a cul-de-sac

Please just don't fuck none of my niggas
No, baby, please just don't fuck none of my niggas
I know that I messed up, yeah I did you wrong
I respect the fact that you'll be moving on
But, baby, please just don't fuck none of my niggas, none of my niggas

Here's M.F.T.R. Lyrics by Pusha T
(Ft. The-Dream)

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy acting like Mitch
“Paid In Full” was more than reading a script
Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter
Filling all standing orders
Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water?
Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance
Yuugh, I’m drug money like Dapper Dan
No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters
We all know I did it; Rodriguez
The illusion of money we don’t believe in
You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius
I’m Kim Jong of the crack song
Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem
Woo, the revolution will be televised
‘Cause we done see all and they telling lies

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy being my bitch
It’s only right for a queen to floss your shit
Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist
The minimums, niggas ain’t synonyms
Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers
Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits
Street millionaires rub shoulders
And laugh at bitches fucking promoters
Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus
What you fuck him for if you didn’t know what the goal was?
Shine, remote control blinds
That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad
Ahhh, my living room rap scream crack money
I don’t trust rap niggas or rap money
See this air hole tech and get ratttttt from me

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Niggas talking it, but ain’t living it
Two years later admitting it, all them niggas is renting shit
They ask why I’m still talking dope, why not?
The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà
They say it’s hate, but it’s these well-dressed snakes
That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it
Yuugh, you ain’t know, you got coached through it
Wooo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it
Haaa, the whole time I sold coke through it
Nigga, and records I was Bo through it
King Push is synonymous with kingpin
Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him
Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard
Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard
You wonder why I’m still here
I’m America’s worst nightmare
Night, night nigga

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

Here's Untouchable Lyrics by Pusha T

[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

[Verse 1]
Yuugh, I drops every blue moon
To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube
I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge
In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge
Legend has it, the wrist is magic
The left is Patek, Philippe's replaced by Matsuhisa
Ignore most requests for the feature
Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza
While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha
Can’t you see my Total; Pam, Kima, Keisha
I’m aiming for the moguls, why y'all niggas aiming at the locals?
And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful
Still wishing on a star
The last one to find out that Baby own the cars
The final trilogy of Jaws
The grills like, interior gauze
It feels like, still white
Matching Missoni looks African on me
They tryin’ pin the trafficking on me like Mano and Tony
My thoughts spilling over
The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca
Yuugh! It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox
Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin’ rented
Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit
It rides a little better in the cockpit

[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

[Verse 2]
Mu told me to switch styles
He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial
He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce
Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce
The president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announced
A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce
I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count
Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce
My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile’ fame
Selling M&Ms to him and ‘em
White to the Blacks I’m a villain in
The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem
Let’s talk about it gentlemen
My barcode is Netflix “Narcos”
Part on the side of my 'fro like I’m Pablo
No hablo, I sell blow
Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho
Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route
I could show you the strange fruit
It’s looking like Beirut
They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2
These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use
Of every Spanish name I done ran across
No matter what the weight, I done ran it off
I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off
Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push

[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Bang Bang Lyrics by Sheek Louch
(Ft. Pusha T)

[Intro]
That's the sound of the gunner [?]
That's the sound of the gunner [?]
That's the sound of the gunner [?]
Let's take it to the streets now

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
You hear my ruger it go (Bang bang)
Forty cal hallows going through you like (Bang bang)
Riding in my whip I got the safety on my (Bang bang)
Police gon' have to chase me like (Bang bang)
Hit the club, spend a couple racks (Bang bang)
Take 'em home, fuck a couple racks (Bang bang)
That's game twenty thousand on the ground (Bang bang)
Anybody make a move, I swear to god (It's going down)
We smoking loud like (Bang bang)
I'm tryna see what's popping, yo (Bang bang)
Fifty thousand on my Rollie, hoe (Bang bang)
Rose gold on that Audemar (Yeah)
Make it back, I do another show
Nigga, what you know about the LOX
D-Block on every block
Hold it up and let them neighbors go (Bang bang)
Play around I swear to God it's (Going down)

[Hook]
My gun is my life, I might [?] (x7)
Going down

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Me, Catia and Nadia (Bang bang)
My nine millimeter mafia (Bang bang)
You ain't knowing a nigga speak Russian? (Bang bang)
I'm bilingual when these hoes bustin'
My nigga forty with a [?] happen (Bang bang)
No nose bone from his two habit
Whole hood call him mood ring
Coke habits turn 'em savage, on a mood swing
Benz trucks with the Poltergeist
[?] my less sober nights
With TVs for my godchildren
Watching Devil's Advocate, now they god fearing
It's King Push with the Sheek Louch
That's cocaine royalty with deep roots
It's King Push with the Sheek Louch
Cocaine royalty with deep roots

[Hook]

M.O.B. Lyrics by JR Castro
(Ft. Pusha T)

[Verse 1: JR Castro]
A match made in California
Whoever thought that I'd get caught, on the boulevard
She stopped me up and wrapped me for everything
She showed me a little love
Until I showed her where a safe was

[Pre-Chorus: JR Castro]
You'd wanna know what my mistake was
I tried to treat her like a day one
Pillow talkin' to a fake one
And now I'm far behind on my payments
I tried to tell her I got big dreams
But big dreams don't mean anything
To a bitch on a mission
So now it's money over bitches

[Chorus: JR Castro]
That's why I never say hello, I say goodbye
Cause I'd rather stay alone than stay the night
With a woman who don't love me
She just wants me for my money
This reminds me of a story that my mama told me
Oh I spent one cent, good, goodbye
Oh I spent one cent, good, goodbye

[Verse 2: JR Castro]
Came right back to New York
Who would've thought that I'd get lost
In this love of yours
She got me slippin'
Want me missin' anything about her
Said she loved me, she ain't love me
I guess those was just words
But every player gets played once

[Pre-Chorus: JR Castro]
You wanna know what my mistake was?
I tried to treat her like a day one
Pillow talkin' to a fake one
Now I'm behind on my payments
I tried to tell her I got big dreams
But big dreams don't mean anything
To a bitch on a mission
So now it's money over bitches

[Chorus: JR Castro]
That's why I never say hello, I say goodbye
Cause I'd rather stay alone than stay the night
With a woman who don't love me
She just wants me for my money
This reminds me of a story that my mama told me
Oh I spent one cent, good, goodbye
Oh I spent one cent, good, goodbye

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
You know the type
I like to call them hoes the money walkers
Cause buyin' shoes is what they do to all you money talkers
Ain't have a clue when you was provin' you was somersaultin'
I bought a few, Guisseppe too, I let 'em place their orders
Now please take back your daughters
Got your body right, lickin' titties up
Let you sit with a horsepower, just giddy-up
I let you live it up, never was it new to me
A bag of trick money is meant to be used foolishly
Yeah, but that's your only focus
You thought I wouldn't notice that the threesomes was hypnosis
The liquor was the potion, but now that I'm sober
And now that you're finished bendin' over
Our time is over

[Chorus: JR Castro]
Never say hello, I say goodbye
Cause I'd rather stay alone than stay the night
With a woman who don't love me
She just wants me for my money
This reminds me of a story that my mama told me
Oh I spent one cent, good, goodbye
Oh I spent one cent, good, goodbye

How Could You Forget Lyrics by Trey Songz
(Ft. Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
You used to fall through when I call like "baby what you need?"
Ask me, "Can I bring a friend, do you got drinks, wanna eat, me, you eat"
And now you act like you don't have the time again
When anything I'd ask you, you would find a way

[Pre-Hook: Trey Songz]
Don't you miss the way a nigga hit it?
Sucking and I'm licking while I kiss it
Don't you kiss the time we were spending?
Baby you was mine, you was with it
Where he got you hiding? Tryna find you babe
Cause every time I call, you decline me babe

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Oh, you ain't gotta tell me I know
We'll never be the same as before
But I can only tell you how I feel right now
I'm missing how you feel right now
You can call when you're man ain't around, I gotcha
How you gonna act like that? I just don't get it
Tell me does he do it, do you do it just like we did it?
Clock stop tocking, guess I ran out of minutes
I can hear your heart, is it saying that we've finished?
Girl we was the best
How could you, how could you, how could you forget

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
He must treat you good, bet he does
He msut be the man I never was
No response, no reply, every time I try to get through
So when you hear this on the radio, it's about you

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
(How soon we forget, it can't be over
He gon' ask who taught you that)
You never did this before
You wasn't hitting ignore
I had to tending on shores
You got the man, is you sure?
You got the man is you sure?
He don't know you like I know you
He don't know like you like them hoes too, he's not supposed to
You was experimenting, we was just trying shit
That's just what young bitches go through
I made you pretty, you was just hopeful
I was like Diddy, you were my Total
You were my Cassie, you was just local
Showed you the world, I made you global

[Hook: Trey Songz]

Psycho (Remix) Lyrics by Rozzi Crane
(Ft. Pusha T)

[Intro: Pusha T]
King Push, Rozzi

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Maybe I'm psycho, maybe you're right though
They said that 'bout Warhol, they said it 'bout Michael
Or maybe you're all wrong, maybe you're spiteful
I'm just a better me, it's like I'm recycled
If they never loved themselves, how could they like you?
I see how they judgin' you, don't let 'em indite you
They constantly killin' you, don't even give life to
Jesus had haters, and most were disciples

[Chorus: Rozzi Crane]
Maybe I'm psycho, maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional, or a shot glass away from insane
Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause I'm happy here

[Verse 2: Rozzi Crane]
It's my life, it's my voice, it's my mind, I can do
What I want, all I want, I don't have to ask you
What to do, what to say, I'm so free, I'm so brave
So tonight, be like me, just lift your hands and say "yeah"!

[Pre-Chorus: Rozzi Crane]
Tonight I'm gonna be as free as birds are
Fly away no matter where or how far
Tonight I'm gonna switch up the way things are
Tear down these walls and break away

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rozzi Crane]
I'll do time for my crime if I'm wrong, but I'm right
No need to speak for me, I fight my own fight
I came here by myself and I'm leaving out the same way
Only I can save me, so I'ma take my chances

[Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus]

[Bridge: Rozzi Crane]
Try it out, try it out, try it out, hey
Try it out, try it out, try it out, hey
Try it out, try it out, try it out, hey
Try it out, try it out (x2)
You should try it out
You, you, you should, you should
Maybe...

[Chorus]

[Outro over Bridge: Rozzi Crane]
I'm happy here, I'm feeling good here
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good
I'm happy here
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good
I'm happy here
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good
So happy here

Night Riders Lyrics by Major Lazer
(Ft. 2 Chainz, Mad Cobra, Pusha T & Travi$ Scott)

[Intro: Travi$ Scott]
You need to know that I'm a rider
Tonight we're gonna set the streets on fire
(Major Lazer)
Straight up

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit the PowerBall
Once all eyes is on me, throw them off like southpaw
Niggas love to count yours, hopin' that your paper fall
Wishing death upon me, but I'm here forevermore
I just get debated on, I just get my greatest on
Saint Laurent on speed dial, I just put the latest on
Bring it on, bring it on, you want war, then bring it on
Set this bitch on fire, nigga, we can have a sing along

[Hook: Travi$ Scott] x2
You need to know that I'm a rider
Tonight we're gonna set the streets on fire
All I need is the gas and a lighter
And we'll have one hell of a time

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Got a California king in my condo
Got a motherfuckin' big screen by the front door
Got a guest bed room filled up with fur coats
Nigga ain't no room in this bitch to even jump rope
Yeah, the fire and desire and I'm higher than my prior
My attire I acquire might require a Malayah
Woah my acception, deny it, no denial
I'll be in the court room on the table screamin', "Rider!"

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3: Mad Cobra]
Tell them liquor, pussy, then the fire lit
Dutty wine [?]
White line , yellow tip , book your flight , [?]
Send that pussy back to Jamaica where the [?]
Play with this mad man, you get a split wig
[?]
West coast, East coast, we love [?]
Bullet through your fuckin' vest if your chest exports

[Hook] x2

[Bridge: Travi$ Scott]
All we do is relax, sit back and smoke
We ain't got no job, we goin' for broke
That ain't stoppin' from gettin', gettin' outta here
Takin' off in our cars, feel like we're in your ears
Scream...
You need to know that I'm a rider

[Hook]

The Deep End Lyrics by Wale
(Feat. Pusha T)

[Intro]
Man you the black god [?], man. Let these peoples understand the full magnitude of what we representin'. You hear me? From [?] down to Lewisburg, the [?] you hear me? Man we blue moons homie, we come out every now and then. So if they ain't gonna get down with the network and they got their hand out, fuck it, let 'em drown
If it's fuck me, it's fuck you too

[Hook: Wale]
Let 'em drown, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
Keep no squares in the circle so it's real niggas 'round
One more time, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
May you never back down, real niggas back in style
Comin' through, if it's fuck me, it's fuck you too
Comin' through, if it's fuck me, it's fuck you too
If it's fuck me, it's fuck you

[Verse 1: Wale]
Said Folarin's with the shits
No more sorry for these suckas, tell 'em all, "Suck a dick"
Off the real, man retarted with this bitch
Bumped Tha Carter 2 in college, tryna find a few positions
Yeah I'm good, with the field, with the bitches
Every class had a ten in it so ask my attendance
Hundred niggas, sucka niggas, sneak dissin', cool our people too
But I'm too cool for beef with niggas, just use that as [?] you
But truthfully who are these niggas? Like really, who are you niggas?
Wal-Mart is hiring but they're tryna be Target niggas
Watch how you're talkin', boy I'm a boss, you just bossy, nigga
Sugar that's in your tank, why you so salty, nigga
Pardon the posture, come from reclining with model bitches
Not as in this music, Boosa pull up and put hollows in 'em
Hallelujah, damn, let 'em drown
Tend the blood, lil nigga, wipe 'em down
I be with bangers, Meechi & Toby, they in the cut
Women c-section and of course we get in them guts
I keep it G for years, they can't keep it up a month
By way of that double M, got hit by that double R
Them fuck niggas fucked up, I fuck their bitch, I might never call
Since niggas love actin' I had them casting with caviar
Sleep with the fishes, look at all the people he feedin'
Look at all the zeros he keepin', look at all that [?] receiving
Be by them people deceivin', lyin', they triflin', nigga
My young bitch spoon with yah just to knife up a nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Don't talk about it, be about it
Call me Hush Money Push, you can read about it
My portfolio cause Polio
Under the hood like a rodeo
Inside like Rodeo
The owner is the model so the model sign the payroll (Yuugh)
Follow me, niggas
Nah, fuck that, model me, niggas
The shearling is Prada, the peacoat Chanel
Powder face like a ghost, supreme clientele
The first Noel with a scale
My prints in the snow leave a trail
I can't validate what they sold, bro
Can't put my stamp on the CoCo
Rather be with Wale in a gogo
DMV shinin' like it's Soul Glo

[Hook]

Murda Lyrics by Kid Ink
feat. Pusha T

(Intro)
Get higher baby
Uh
Get higher baby
Get higher baby
Uh
Yea

(Verse)
Got a piece for all the drama
Walkin round like the president Obama
Yea you see me with a team, we brought in the Secret Service
Drop it down, baby girl you know it’s worth it
Heard you lookin for the shit, go get some tissue
Let’s pay some bills, pockets fatter than a swisha
It’s like a ship Shawty bout to drop another missile
Put this bottle to yo lips
Baby girl and French kiss it

You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour up, mo shots in the burner
All I see is ass, probably lookin so perverted
Getting money is the crime
Baby guilty is the verdict
We up

(Hook)
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner

(Verse)
The king had a dream, I think I’m livin it
They say the sour cus they ridin in a limit
Head to the sky, it ain’t a limit
But you got about a minute, girl don’t make a bad decision
Is you rockin with the team or the opposition?
Put you in the game, just gotta play your position
See you the baddest here, ain’t gotta hold a petition
Playin wit yo straw, I’ve been starrin at you sippin

You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Turn up, mo shots in the burner
Sayin that you straight as a arrow, I can turn ya
Baby ain’t nobody flyer, round here you can feel the turbulence

(Hook)
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner

Nah, no angels allowed

(Verse)
Baby you ain’t innocent, caught up in that whirl
And molly in the evening, girls kissin girls
And I ain’t here to judge it all, tryna get my twirl in
Benefits of fuckin with him, shittin on yo girlfriends
The party girls run at night baby
Ha, cuz boring bitches ain’t my type ladies
Mix it up, I’m in the freeze, vanilla white lady
And got rich sellin all this ice ice baby
Murda murda, shots coming from everywhere
Glow in the dark, them keys flowin heavy here
Yuh, another movie in the making
Starring all these bitches on these couches half naked
Push

Love Hates Me Lyrics by Chris James
feat. Pusha T

[Hook: Chris James]
Love me and you drive away, ridin’ off and run away
Tell me that you hate me, I just need you to love me
Girl I know you’re crazy, I won’t do it your way
Tell me that you hate me, I just need you to love me

[Verse 1: Chris James]
Hold on a lie, you’re making this crush a love
Say that you had me, say that you wanna trust
Drive me insane, you’re driving this crazy love
You’re still winding on the pole
Lovin’ you is like I’m stuck
I can’t go ’round…
I thought you was destiny

[Bridge: Chris James]
You told me that you loved…
You told me that, you told me that you gave a fuck
You told me that you’d shake it real good for a nigga
You told me that you won’t give in, you like it rough

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I just dropped album of the year
Better know what you fuckin with
Gotta know what your worth is
Bet your nigga can’t double it
Put you all on that red carpet
Paparazzi gon’ run with this
Just for laughs, ‘Ye spazz
Street nigga, have fun with this
I made one with this
But what comes with this?
These fast broads with crab claws
They dungeoned this
Introduce you to the summer shit
In the wintertime, give a head start
‘Round the time when the weather break
We can start stuntin’, ’bout mid-March
How that sound to you? I ain’t bound to you
No wedding date, you got three rings
What’s a clown to you?
I ain’t sellin’ no red nose
Keep on walki’ in red soles
Spend the day up in the day spa
Takin’ pics up in the Fed booths
You hate to love it
But you love to hate it
Don’t wanna leave it
‘Cause the world lookin’ like I finally made it
You finally did it, standin’ ovation
They smilin’ now
But when they get home them hoes hatin’

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Outro: Chris James]
I can’t call it, I want all that
I want all I can get
I’ve been falling, oh, you got me
So just let me free…

I’ll Be Gone (Vice Remix) Lyrics by Linkin Park
(Ft. Pusha T)

[Chester Bennington]:
Like shining oil, this night is dripping down
Stars are slipping down, glistening
And I’m trying not to think what I’m leaving now
No deceiving now, it’s time you let me go
Let me go

I’ll be gone!
I’ll be gone!

[Pusha T]
King Push
Dope game keep callin'
Dope boys keep fallin'
Askin' me "What's my legacy?"
I just wanna die ballin'
I just wanna die pourin'
I just wanna ride foreign
I just wanna bring hoes together
Lonny, Lisa, meet Lauren (Wooo!)
Then I be gone, keep it movin', what I be on
Damn right I know what time it is
Patek Philippe and the Tourbillion (Yuugh!)
I'm stylin' on 'em, I'm swervin' on 'em
I know it's wrong, but life's a bitch and she turn me on!

[Mike Shinoda]:
Yeah, and to each his own
Hand me some that reefer dome
Is the way I flip when the beat come on
I gonna pop that shit 'til your speakers blown
And y'all wanna cop a plea
Who you gon' talk to? Not to me
Because the chain of command work properly
You gotta earn a few stripes 'til you talk to me
Word to Pusha, word to Vice
Built a track once and killed it twice
Built a stage up and killed the lights
Opening act was like "Fuck my life"
Y'all can love it, ain’t nothing wrong
Forget the hatin' that y'all be on
Enjoy it now because after long
Keyser Söze, I'll be gone

[Chester Bennington]:
I’ll be gone!
I’ll be gone!

When the lights go out and we open our eyes
Out there in the silence, I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
Let the sun fade out and another one rise
Climbing through tomorrow, I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone

When the lights go out and we open our eyes
Out there in the silence, I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone

I’ll be gone!
I’ll be gone!
I’ll be gone!

Hold On Lyrics by Pusha T
(Ft. Rick Ross)

I sold more dope than I sold records
You niggas sold records, never sold dope
So I ain’t hearing none of that street shit
Cause in my mind you motherfuckers sold soap
Got rich selling hope to hopeless
But I’m a thinker, methodic in my motives
I motivate to put my niggas in the motors
No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs
Like Scarface but it’s God’s face in that mirror
We was made in this image [?] much clearer
Scoring from the heist but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue eyed like the führer
The judge and the jury, the jewelry mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas
We ain’t the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain’t got nothing in common which is
Pain in my heart, it’s as black as my skin
They tipping the scale for these crackers to win
No reading, no writing, made us savage of men
They praying for jail but I mastered the pen
Descendant from kings, we at it again
Just hand me the crown, I’m active again
Everything that it seems, hear my passion again
Was never my dream the immaculate win

I was pissin’ my shorts having rich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a nigga go get a Carrera
Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer
Young king bury me inside a glass casket
Windex wipe me down for the life after
Crack dealer living like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I’m 2Pac
So I’m labeled the rebel, nigga get on my level
We were born to be kings, only major league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn’t fathom my wealth
Built a school in Ethiopia, should have rolled it myself
Got body and mind, food for the soul
When you feedin on hatred you empty, my nigga, it shows
Follow them codes, ain’t no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, can’t be hiding for long
I seen children get slaughtered, niggas’ grandmothers assaulted
Throw a gang sign dare you do something about it
Fuck coppin’ them foams, when you coppin’ the home
Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home

Follow the codes, ain’t no love for these hoes
If you slipping you fall, I got you my nigga hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, I got you my nigga hold on
I got you my nigga hold on, I got you my nigga hold on
If you slipping you fall, I got you my nigga hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, I got you my nigga hold on

It’s On Me Lyrics by Beni Haze
(Ft. Pusha T & Planet VI)

Hey, yeah, yeah, oh, oh!
Press play on the camcorder
Do everything that your man order
Mad sound, max feels, I know how to spoil them
Holler up to the clears of waters
Transporter in the transformer
The 4-50 … is man slaughter
Uh, put them red bottom heels on ya
I’m Steve Madden, I’m sort of like training wheels on ya!

Uh, man, this is the life
Eternally high
I’m gonna live it all time
Without give it a thought!
Models in the sky
Women every night
I’m gonna live it
All time without give it a thought!

It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me,
So do it!

Champagne, let it spill on you
The good life has a feel on you
Like an ex-pill hoes getting ex-style
Ex-girlfriends losing weight
Diamonds stressed out!
Reality fights, but true blood don’t!
Now I see what the room got… drugs on it
Yeah, what’s left to assume?
You can have it all, even mansions on the moon
Let’s go!

I’m living my life
Eternally high
Up inside this club
Not giving a thought!
Standing on the couch
Like I’m in my house
Up inside this club
Not giving a

It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me,
So do it!
It’s on me, it’s on me

Nosestalgia Lyrics by Pusha T
(Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Twenty plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No one did his diaper ass, you’re my conscience
My teeter ring was nothing by that nonsense
Jim star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and Hammer and a mason jaw, that’s my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn’t do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I’m a doctor
Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, like doughboy the trey
If he rides he rides, throwing punches in his room
If he cries he cries, we don’t drink away the pain
When a nigga die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playing on a higher game of chess
Once you deligate his bills who’s gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale digital, my only time x
Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it’s honest
Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus
Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red
Blood on your diamonds til you dying dead

[Hook]
You better change what comes out your speaker

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama’s Christmas party
Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime
My little brother cryin’
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and start feelin’ it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
This was different, geez, Louis please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten
Back when nine ounces have got you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas don’t pay attention
And when there’s tension in the air knives come with extensions
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a foreigner half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold
I said ”daddy, one day I’mma get you right with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be Rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it Debo harbor perimeter”
He said ”son, how come you didn’t be my connect?”
Said ”pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect”
He said ”well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense”
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, nigga
Now reap what you sew’d, nigga
Please reap what you sew’d, nigga
I was born in ’87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that y’all was smoking is my profession
Let’s get it

[Hook]

Sweet Serenade Lyrics by Pusha T
Feat. Chris Brown

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Come on let’s pop the champagne, this one’s for the life
Did everything you could, be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten to the lights
My whole team winning, no reason to quit
I rather say I did than let them buzzards say I didn’t
Let them talk about it mang, I’m already livin
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Came from the bottom, no one said it would be fair
Now I’m on this money, lounging like it’s a beast chair
Popa don’t preach, all we do is just reach here
Raised round killers, we just happy to be here
Spot em, got em, let your soul pay your dues
While my hoes do they magic, voodoo Moulin Rouge
That’s a tactic that they use
Fuck em high, then suck em try
Before you know it her cue seven is buzzing by
The queen pin to the king pin redeems him
The boat comes, the dope drums, my team wins Yuugh
This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Supreme Ballas, all my niggas got ESPYs
Triple doubles, both wrist and neck freeze,
Triple doubles, two bricks and tech squeeze
Triple doubles, two hoes and check please
Wooo, they love me on my Rick Flair shit
Wooo, in that Phantom like I’m Blair Witch
Wooo, who are you to be compared with?
Wooo, ain’t no niggas that you blare with
Court cases ran base and road aces
Lick shots or left bodies with no traces
This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Look, my Ouija board don’t never lie to me
The best rapper living I know who’s alive to me (yeah)
The competition is all but died to me
I make these motherfuckers hide from me
This Sergio Tacchini life we up hold
You just posing for them pics so you can upload (yeah)
This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade, nigga

[Hook]

Who I Am Lyrics
by Pusha T (feat. Big Sean & 2 Chainz)

[Hook]
They said be all you can be
They said be all you can be
I just wanna buy another Rollie
I just wanna pop another band
I just wanna be dope forever
I just wanna be who I am

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They said be all you can be
They said be all you can be
Always knew I could rule the world
Let’s define what my world is
Knee deep in this dope money
Damn near where my world ends
Same block, same rock
I was thinking ’bout murdering
I ain’t gettin’ my hands dirty
Let you worry ’bout serving them

[Hook]

[Bridge: Pusha T]
They said be all you can be
They said the truth set you free

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Entrepenuer, strip club connoisseur
Hot fudge sundae, pour it on you hallelulah
Pour it on you hallelulah, pour it on you hallelulah
And I be on my own dick aint that much room for you
Red, white, blue, I pledge allegence to the street life
Even if theres left overs I still got to eat right
Got gas in my peace pipe, pink Sprite
She pea poppin her jeans tight
All day I dream ’bout three stripes
We the type of crew to get fresh jet set in her livin’ room
Look out at one, got a bad bitch in my swimming pool
Got a bad bitch in my swimming pool
Got a bad bitch in my swimming pool
We the type of crew to get fresh jet set in her livin’ room
Look out at one, got a bad bitch in my swimming pool

[Bridge: Pusha T]
They said be all you can be

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Pretty girls is my reputation
One on my arm, that’s decoration
Getting to it, no hesitation
To fuck with me you need a reservation
To the top escalating, elevating
Good music legislation delegatin’
And I mean that shit like exclamation, exclamation, exclamation
And I’m going till I K.O
Eyes closed, I’m OK
All my bitches know they roll
Even when we role-play
My homie got that nine on him
All night and all day
All night and all day
All night like that ish is his mothafucka soulmate
Cause no time for hand in hand
When you got this paper hand in hand
Bitch I’m feeling like a grown ass lil’ boy, na na na na na
Bitch I’m feeling like a grown ass lil’ boy, cuz I still like to get pampered
But don’t get it twisted, watch your step and m-m-manners

[Bridge: Pusha T]
They said the truth set you free

[Hook]

[Outro: Pusha T]
I just wanna be who I am
I just wanna be who I am
Always knew I could rule the world
Lets define what my world is
Knee deep in this dope money
Damn near where my world ends