Pusha T - Blow / Funk Flex Freestyle lyrics

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[Pusha T:]

Malice found religion, Tony found prison

I'm just tryna find my way up out this fucking kitchen

A Birdseye view got me channeling my vision

Turn one to two now the kilo's got a sibling

Father knows best, wash my hands, all's forgiven

We kicking up dust like the Colosseum floors

Walls full of safe's like they mausoleum doors

Pussy getting wet like she walking through my morgue

Grant's, Jackson's, no room for George

Yeah, the fear of God's in you motherfuckers

This art imitate my life

Your WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white

Eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice

My music's 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

While my old bitch went 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 let's me know God is great

Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate

These rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fear

Villain like Candyman, say my name and I'll appear

No weapon formed against me shall prosper

Hakuna matata, feet up, sipping java

Ey yo, strolling up the totem pole, what's my only problem?

Scrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bed my toddler?

So many hands raised as the band plays

I'm here now, watch how many niggas plans change

[Kanye West:]

And eventually answers to the call of Autumn

All of them fallin' for the love of ballin'

Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin

Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums

Based off the way we was branded

Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon

And at the airport they check all through my bag

And tell me that it's random

But we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage

I need a happy ending and a new beginning

And a new fitted and some job opportunities that's lucrative

This the real world, homie, school finished

They done stole your dreams, you dunno who did it

I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS

I won't be satisfied til all my niggas get it, get it?

I need more drinks and less lights

And that American Apparel girl in just tights

She told the director she tryna get in a school

He said "take them glasses off and get in the pool"

It's been a while since I watched the tube

Cause like a crip said, "I got way too many blues for any more bad news"

I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today

They rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday

And what's a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach?

I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach

My guy said I need a different approach

Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke

It ain't funny anymore try different jokes

Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O

Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it

Play strings for the dramatic

And end all of that wack shit

Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes

I ain't got it I'm going after whoever who has it

I'm coming after whoever. Who has it?

You blowing up, that's good, fantastic

That y'all, it's like that ya'll

I don't really give a fuck about it at all

Cause the same people that tried to black ball me

Forgot about two things, my black balls

[Pusha T:]

Uh, look, Uh uh

I let you into my diary to admire me

The making of this man, I let you see the higher me

The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy

I'm drawn from both sides, I am Siamese

The tug-of-war opens the door, entrada

Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piñata

And rolling kilos in Gymstrada, that's one saga

One chapter of black magic, I'm Harry Potter

Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who

Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom

And blossom, I swear this Vegas night was fucking awesome

But adios, I blow my own dice before I toss 'em

Loss some niggas, some other niggas double-crossed 'em

Tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune

Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen

Rick Flair with the flame, I'm muthafucking gorgeous, woah

As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith

Whiter than that coke brush did they paint me with [?]

Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss

But they devil-red, tires double tread

I postin parks up, that gives me double head

Tight rope walking, tryna keep a level head

The bright lights blind, look at what the devil did

Yeah