Chance The Rapper
Текст песни Pusha Man

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

I'm away 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