Текст песни Pusha T — Revolution

From Virginia, never rated,
Before us, no one ever made it,
Dope boy lane, a nigga paved it,
When every nigga was afraid to say it.
Sold a mil, spent a mil,
We was grindin', Lord's will,
Never thought of hiatus,
Only chains, hi, haters!
All these bitches, high maintenance,
But I love it though, I cater.
Deal fell, Tony saved us,
After blowin' up, Al Qaeda,
Feds rushed like raiders,
Took our coach down, Al Davis.
Regroup, tears faded,
Casket drop a year later.
Three albums, three majors,
Only critics to our favor,
Crew members turned traitors,
Put the spin on it, tornados.
Our father, thy neighbor,
Couldn't tell me that God hate us,
I was lost, I was jaded,
Malice found his way to our savior.
Now author, he offers
Way to view it 'fore I see coffins,
Way to view it 'fore we see vultures,
Different way to view it, for the culture.
Ross called 'em, Ye and all them,
In Hawaii, Jay and all them,
I was honored to be called in,
Ran away with it, so appalled them.
New catalog gonna hurt you,
Go on it, it's dark like it's curfew,
Goin' in the vault, it will earth you,
I'm back in with P, it's full circle.