[Intro: The Mighty Hannibal]
I wanna talk to all you addicts out there
That's got yourself a great big Jones!
An' you done tried all the methadone,
An' you just can't leave that heroin alone!
I wonder, have you tried…
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Dope just touched down, I'm so grateful,
Numbers so low, bitch, be thankful!
They say don't let money change you,
That's how we know money ain't you.
Bitch, I been had, bitches been bad,
We buy big boats, bitch, I'm Sinbad.
Downright sinful, bitch, we been full,
All my dopeboys, we like kinfolk,
BMore burnt spoon, DC glass pipe,
VA sent bales, 'bout that trap life.
Blew through thousands, we made millions,
Cocaine soldiers, once civilians,
Bought hoes Hondas, took care children,
Let my pastor, build out buildings.
Rapped on classics, I been brilliant,
Now we blend in, we chameleons, ahh!
[Chorus: George Jackson]
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery,
I need you, darling, to set me free!
Come back, baby, try me one more time,
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind!
I can't–
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Who else got the luxury to drop when he want.
'Cause nobody else can fuck with me? What a show-off!
Nigga, wrist for wrist – let's have a glow-off!
Fuck it, brick for brick – let's have a blow-off!
If we go by connections made,
I can still climb ladders when complexions fade, yugh!
White on white, that's the Testa,
Black on black, that's the Tesla.
See these diamonds in this watch face?
All that shit came from pressure.
They don't miss you till you gone with the wind,
And they tired of dancin' like a Ying Yang Twin,
You can't have the Yin without the Yang, my friend,
Real niggas bring balance to the game I'm in, yughck!
Can't escape the scale if I tried, interstate trafficking's alive.
Push!
[Chorus: George Jackson]
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery,
I need you, darling, to set me free!
Come back, baby, try me one more time,
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind!
I can't–
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Still fresh off the boat, niggas,
Don't make me Super Soak niggas,
Your life ends up a quote, nigga:
The good die young, all dogs go to heaven,
It's really just momma's fallin' out on the reverend.
I play musical chairs with these squares,
Rich flair before they was Ric Flair's,
Cocaine concierge, longest runnin' trapper of the year.
Stood the test of time like Dapper Dan,
Season my sauce like Zatarain's.
Is he still in the caravan? No!
It's a mil' in in the caravan? Whoa!
Richard Mille on a leather band. Woo!
Behind the wheel like an ambulance. Go!
On my way up to Maryland. Gone.
[Chorus: George Jackson]
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery,
I need you, darling, to set me free!
Come back, baby, try me one more time,
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind!
I can't–
Come back, baby, try me one more time,
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind!
I, I can't–