Natural spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
Publishers: CHASE CHAD MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., GEMARC, TERRARDOME MUSIC, WATERS OF NAZARETH INC
I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize
(Are you a pusha?)
I understand that the envy is part of the game
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines
They say whatcha do comes back on you two times
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money
Watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn
My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's music
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor
Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish
You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police
That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
And buck on them niggas who hate
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game
And the streets molded the man I am
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is
Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
You mistook me for a rapper, huh
I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times
Cot damn
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug
Cot damn, it's a new day
Lord Heavens, why must I be so devilish
'Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money
Cot damn, it's a new day
The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money
And  comes back hard, I can account for every gram
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharin' my wealth, dog
Cot damn, it's a new day
Cot damn, when that white hits the pan
My hearts on a sleevea
We pop, pop, drop you homey
Who wanna be in my shoes? Live my life, but can't carry my weight
When it come to the money, I get stealth
Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral [Incomprehensible], for certain
So I bangs for my cabbage
Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain fate witness
Naw bitch, I'm liable to splatter ya shit
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money
Leave and watch you see the situation be corrected
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walkin' around wit two nines
Cot damn, it's a new day
Songwriters: Chad Hugo, Gene Thorton, Terrence Thorton, Pharrell Williams
Well that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Whether the price is up or down
They call me 'Pusha' for one reason
Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm gone
Live in the livin' room, searchin' to hurtin' you
Pull yo gun, rapid
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around
Out of two, Clipse they say, malice the meanest
Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us
Cot damn, it's a new day
And hope you choke blood, nigga on every breath you take
And only pull back to cook ya, partner