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Artiste : Pusha T
Titre : Damage Control
Stand up

Niggas know what I´m ´bout, really my freedom and not a billion

Niggas that hold money, just some kind of guy deity
Just wanna be God really, but look
The God in me ain´t shook, you guys atheists maybe, they blasphemy of course
I´m passionate, I never been ass kissin´
Of course I played backseat for the chorus, now I´m Lewis Hamilton, though
I´m doin´ laps on them folks, ain´t too attached to them folks
You wanna problem? No problem, let´s do some some damage control, hey
Let it go, I´m back like I was never gone
We came up with them crack babies, now down from fentanyl
One-four, two-five, my math came from the go-go
My rap came from the culture, my rap game from the GOAT, though

I´m blessed, I´m favored, oluwa, I´m grateful
Just know if someone snake me, I´m ???[0:43] his tanktop
Yeah, don´t do a lot of that famous shit, I just fuck up the bands like Martin, not Tommy Davis, the jawn
Yeah, I go to Vegas for lunch and skate around the city like it´s Usher Raymond´s performance
Ain´t a way to resolve it, I ain´t takin´ no help
You niggas always been chanting me, I´m takin´ their belt
Look, hold up, everybody say they love you, but don´t know you
Everybody with a dollar never, dolo
Everybody outside now, ain´t it?
Summer time make the heart go
Colder, yup, frozen, yup, shoulder, stings, mm
Frozen, yup, colder, yup, shoulder, stings

I´m the truth and the proof
The dealer in the coupe
The off-catalog watch buyer from the stoop
That became legend, operation for my youth
All I hear is birds, that´s just words in the booth
The realest Birdman, I just "Cock-a-doodle-doo"
Doorstep, doorstep, I get it right through
Money talk, money talk, the wrist is light blue
Sugarhill sweets, shit is feelin´ type two
Bruised egos, man, you niggas might sue
New Jack Ninos´ tellin´ on the crew
Past in the future, nigga, what am I? The glue
The realest nigga in it, tell me, what am I to do?
Wrist in the pot, this is somethin´ like a stew

Heard he got shot as he show up on the news
Podcast interviews, I am not amused
Kingpin Push, I am not to be confused