Chance The Rapper - Pusha Man lyrics

rate me

Ten damn days

And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows

And chauffeurs with road rage

Still the same damn ad-lib, always

Still gotta let ‘em in, no practice

Still gotta burner man, no lacking

Still lotta Jams nigga, no Jackson

No Jordan and we toe tagging

I'll take you to the land where the lake made of sand

And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance

And the money ain't yours

Now it’s just a red pill,

Got a blue and a handful of Advils

I'm the new Nitty, fuck it Nitty the old me

So I’mma tell the buyer what Nitty told me

I got that mmm mmm

I got that god damn

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slapping, toe tagging

I'm just tryina fight the man

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

I got that mmm mmm

I got that god damn

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slapping, toe tagging

I'm just tryina fight the man

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

You a lame and your bitch break down my weed sometimes

See my face in the streets, in the tweets

And a reader or a redeye if you read sometimes

She got blisters on her knees, she a fiend for the D

Even though I only beat one time

One time it was one, two times

It was two plus me equals three sometimes

Shouts out to Nate, I jack, ball and I bop, I flex

Got neck from all these thotsI sex

Rastafari them shottas yes

House safari, mi casa, yes

Rocky feeling that bye, bye

She came to party, she popped a molly

Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes"

I got that mmm mmm

I got that god damn

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slapping, toe tagging

I'm just tryina fight the man

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

I got that mmm mmm

I got that god damn

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slapping, toe tagging

I'm just tryina fight the man

I'm your pusha man

I'm your, I'm your pusha man

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits

Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch

Somebody will steal daddy's Rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch

Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch

Captain save the hood, the savior, baby boy, still get and ID for swishers

Mama still wash my clothes, still with save money militia

I’mma still wash my broach

Trapped in the middle of the map, with a little bitty rock

And a little bit of rap

That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac

Am I gonna ruin that?

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits

They merking kids, they murder kids here

Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here

Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here

Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here

They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot

Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot

No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position

‘Cause they've never been in our position

Getting violations for the nation correlating you dry snitching

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too

I know you scared, me too

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too

If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too

It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about

I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out

I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks

And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first

‘Cause everybody dies in the summer

When they say goodbye, tell them while it's spring

I heard everybody's dying in the summer

So pray to God for a little more spring

I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too

If you was there, then we just knew you care, too

Thanks to acid josh for correcting these lyrics