[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol,
A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y'all,
Now crawl for him.
My sophomore jinx is more minks
But only for my mother, she'll use ‘em as couch covers.
You niggas cheapenin' my All-Star Weekends,
If y'all can't swim in the deep end, then watch, nigga!
Woo! 80,000 on this watch, niggas,
Yuugh! And I ain't never had to watch nigga!
Rich or wealthy, pick your poison,
I think I paid for one too many abortions,
Another Céline, it's like a routine,
It's like ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans.
Her new body's in my new body,
Make her in an hourglass, that's my new hobby.
Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million,
Luckily was something in the ceiling, keep dealin'!
[Chorus: Pusha T]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me, though,
When you're the link to what fits in the keyhole,
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO,
The last cocaine superhero.
I got the cape on, to cover kilos,
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino,
Goddamn, Batman, holy Toledo!
Nah, you ain't talkin' to me, though.
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
The Robb Report of the snort,
Kings hold court,
Lawyers get bought,
Palms get greased when them cases get fought.
No felony, what the fuck is you tellin' me?!
Reduced to simple assault,
It cost to keep it hush-hush,
It was just us,
Ended up sellin' my Bat Mobile.
The crash don't kill,
It's how you survives it,
Rebound on niggas, I nine live'd it.
Couldn't miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun,
Bitches ain't respectin' niggas not in full bloom,
So the neck is full moon.
I'm livin' a lie, she live for this life,
And lovin' the Alaia pumps.
Lovin' the rush, I'm livin' “The Wire”,
Drugs and this rap is really empire.
Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million,
Luckily was something in the ceiling, keep dealin' ya!
[Chorus: Pusha T]
Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me, though,
When you're the link to what fits in the keyhole,
The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO,
The last cocaine superhero.
I got the cape on, to cover kilos,
The villain wins, the evolution of Nino,
Goddamn, Batman, holy Toledo!
Nah, you ain't talkin' to me, though.
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga, I'm good here,
Feelin' like Tony readin' words on the Goodyear.
Big said, “Only the feds I should fear”,
So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there.
Yeah, shoot up shit, then we blow the scene,
Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring,
Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona,
It's homicide when I slide up on ya.
Reportin' live from the project benches,
Hella caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes,
Heron zombies street-walkin' on three-week binges,
Clientele look like the “Thriller” vid in 3D lenses.
COD, niggas never had to front me jawns,
I'm weighin' bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on.
I'm Nino Brown in the projects,
Yes, Curtis Jackson in his Pyrex,
Get rich or die tryin' is my mindset,
And spend it all until I'm swallowin' dirt.
‘Cause I ain't never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse,
I ain't never see a dead man takin' the stand,
I ain't never see a nigga swallow a bullet
And live to talk about it.
'Bout that bread, I drop a coffin 'bout it,
You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it.
Nigga shit, that's how I lost three million,
Luckily was something in the ceiling, keep dealin' ya!