Pusha T - Blow lyrics

rate me

Malice found religion, Tony found prison

I’m still tryna find my way out this fucking kitchen

a Birdseye view got me channeling my vision

turn one to two now my kilo’s got a sibling

father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven

we kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors

walls full of safe’s like they mausoleum doors

pussy getting wet as she walking through my morgue

Grant’s, Jackson’s no room for George

yeh, the fear of God’s in you mother fuckers

this art imitate my life

your World Star HipHop fame based off imitation white

eliminate the fools gold imitation ice

my music for your soul, inspiration for your life

every dime made in his life more disastrous

help my young bitch see her way through her bachelors

send my old bitch right back to get her Masters

same graduation I was clapping in the rafters

the truth hurts every time it’s revealed

what goes around comes around, this is life's ferris wheel

grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parallel park

Kentucky derby on the grill

the fact that I’m free lets me know God is great

ten year marathon of me selling concentrate

these rappers talk crowns but I’d rather talk fear

villain like candy man, say my name and I’ll appear

no weapon formed against me shall prosper

a kuna matata, feet up sipping java

strolling up the totem pole, what’s my only problem

scrolling through my Rolodex, who should bed toddler

so many hands raised as the band plays

I’m here now, watch how many nigga's plans change

blow (repeat)

first class flights

Ciroc soaked nights

waking up to models

what a mother fucking life

blow (repeat)

Thanks to feel

Thanks to Mims for correcting these lyrics