Drug Dealers Anonymous

[Pusha T]

Valentino summers and wave runners

Chains on my niggas like slave runners

Drug dealers anonymous

How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?

My brick talk is more than obvious, it’s ominous

Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and goblins

Blonde mohawk the collection I’m Dennis Rodman

The money count is the only moment of silence

Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence

Hat trick under my mattress

Date I stop still has an asterisk after it

After all I can make a call

I can baptize a brick

As I wash away my sins like a catholic

Who the fuck ain't mastered this

America’s nightmare's in Flint

Children of a lesser God when your melanin’s got a tint

And I can’t even mention what I sent or what I spent

Cause my name in 18 wheelers is evidence

I put my boos in those cruise collections

Life’s a bitch

A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick

Paid in full like ’86, Gs on my body

The new Gucci has less monograms, God’s got him

Let he without sin cast the first stone

So I built that all glass quad level first home

Shatter all of your misconceptions

Hold all of them missing weapons

You thought I would miss my blessing

The ultimate misdirection ya

[Tomi Lahren]

Your husband was drug dealer

For 14 years he sold crack cocaine

[Jay Z]

Federico Fellini in the flesh

Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh

Bitch I been brackin’ since the ‘80s

Google me baby, you crazy

’89 in London pull the Benz up

Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh

14-year drug dealer and still counting

Who deserves the medal of freedom is my accountant

He been hula hooping through loop holes, working around shit

IRS should’ve had the townhouses surrounded

Thanks to the lawyers

I marbled the foyer

I tore the floor up

Yeah, that’s for the Koi fish

We been dining on oysters

I walk though the garage it’s like multiple choices

I told ‘em pull the Royce up

I’m getting ghost, I’m hearing noises

I think it’s the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche

We got storefronts, we got employee stubs

We been opening studios and 40/40s up

The paper trail is gorgeous

Cases we buries ‘em

Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung

Bling bling

Every time I come around your city bling bling

My tenure took me through Virginia

Ask Teddy Riley ‘bout me

Ask the Federalis ‘bout me

Tried to build a cell around me

Snatched my nigga Emory up

Tried to get him to tell about me

He told 12, “Gimme 12”

He told them to go to hell about me

Drug dealers anonymous

Y’all think Uber’s the future, our cars been autonomous

Mules move the drums, take ‘em to different spots

We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs

I’m a course of miracles with this shit

Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists

Therein lies the piece of God

I always knew I was a prophet, but I couldn’t find a decent job

Life made me ambidextrous

Countin’ with my right, whippin’ white with my left wrist

Damn Daniel

FBI keep bringing them all white vans through