Pusha Man

Ten damn days

And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage

Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, always

Still gotta letterman, no practice

Still gotta burner man, no lacking

Still outtin Jams nigga, no Jackson

No Jordan and we toe-tagging

I'll take you to land, where the lake made of sand

And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance

And the money ain't yours

Now it's just a red pill,

Got a blue and a hand full of Advils

I'm the new Nitty, fuck it Nitty the the old me

So I'm a tell the buyer what Nitty told me

I got that Mmm Mmm

I got that God damn

I'm yo pusha man

I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man

Pimp slapping, toe taggin

I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm yo pusha man

I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man

You a laaaaaaaame, and your bitch break down my weed sometimes

See my face in the streets, in the tweets

And a Reader or a Redeye if you read Sun-Times

She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D

Even though I only beat one time

One time it was one two times

It was two plus me equals threesome time

Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex

Got neck from all these thots I sex

Rastafari them shottas yes

House safari, mi casa, yes

Poppy fields of that popeye

She came to party, she popped a Molly

Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes"

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits

Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch

Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch

Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch

Captain save the hood, hood savior, baby boy, still get ID'd for swishers

Mama still wash my clothes, still with Save Money militia

I'm a still watch my bros

Trapped in the middle of the map, with a little bitty rock

And a little bit of rap

That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac

And like literally jack

They merking kids, they murder kids here

Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here

Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here

Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here

They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot

Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot

No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position,

Cause they've never been in our position

Getting violations for the nation, correlating, you dry snitching

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.

I know you scared, me too.

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.

If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.

It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about.

I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out.

I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks.

And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first.

Cause everybody dies in the summer.

Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring.

I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring.

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.

If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.