| I’m still a snow mover, blow harder than tuba
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| Designated shooters, turn weed to
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| Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the Nasdaq
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| In that glass back, the motor is the ass crack
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| I’m still feeding divas like I feed the meter
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| Holy father to em, I ain’t talking Jesus neither
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| Balance on the scale, I ain’t a Libra either
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| I’m just a name and number with the means to reach ya
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| Grim Reaper, him cheaper, him
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| His army, MCM or gym sneakers
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| You knowin that hymn better, he been preaching
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| You motherfuckers is bloodsuckers you been leeching
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| Been baller, been Jacob, been dealer
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| Been realer, pound sign, been trilla
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| All killer, no filler, been iller
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| Fraud niggas you zoolander, Ben Stiller
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| When it comes to shooters my niggas is trained to go
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| And they gettin' practice on bitches who breaking codes
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| 35 hundred, just point give them a name
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| They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same
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| You don’t know me nigga, fuck out my way
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| Between renter and a homeowner
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| Hip Hop, we can cover any rolling stoner
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| Louboutins I heist nigga, or that bitch Winona
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| Stop comparing me to rappers cause they in their moment
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| Might of crossed the name brand every blue
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| But these brand names to a brand owner isn’t new
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| Don’t make a sequel cause we share the bitch of two
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| She ain’t the angel that you think, she reincarnated too
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| I build mine off fed time and dope lines
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| You caught steam off headlines and co-signs
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| Young niggas cliquing up with my rivals
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| Like the bible don’t burn like these bullets don’t spiral
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| Like I can’t see the scene that you mirror in your idol
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| But a pawn’s only purpose is completely suicidal
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| Oh, suicide, it’s a suicide
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| I’m just talking to the world like it’s you and I
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| , this sweater is cashmere
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| The roof is a translucent, it’s nothing but glass there
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| The car is a concept, what’s next is my last year
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| My future is bright, hot, you never can last here
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| I’m top 5, listen, who hot in the past year?
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| Five heartbeats and I’m feeling like Flash here
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| Cause what I capture is the beast unleashed in the pastor
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| Story of the sheep and the wolves I un-master
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| Fifty in the liquor, unwrapped 'em
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| Unpacked, powder rise and it fall like Sebastian
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| Telfair, tailor-made suits hand crafted |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suicide , by - Pusha T. Song from the album My Name Is My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп