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CHANCE THE RAPPER FT. NATE FOX & LILI K lyrics : "Pusha Man"

[Verse 1]
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: IGH!, always
Still gotta let em in, no practice

Still gotta burner man, no lacking
Still lotta Jams ^!$$%, no Jackson
No Jordan and we toe-tagging

I'll take you to 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 its just a red pill,
Got a blue and a hand full of Advils
I'm the new Nitty, $#&@ it Nitty the the old me

So Ima tell the buyer what Nitty told me

[Hook 1]

I got that Mmm Mmm
I got that god damn
I'm yo pusha man

I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
Pimp slapping, toe taggin
I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm yo pusha man
I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man


[Verse 2]
I'm away and your (*##$ break down my weed sometimes

See my face in the streets, in the tweets and
And a Reader or a Redeye if you read sometimes
She got blisters on her knees, she's 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 jackball and I bop, I flex
Got neck from all these thots I 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?

[Hook 1]


[Hook 2]
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 lotta ^!$$%s dying, so my 9 with the %#@!s

But a lotta ^!$$%s dying, so my 9 with the %#@!s

[Verse 3]

Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch
Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch
Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch

Captain saber hood put savia, baby boy, still get ID'd for swishers
Mama still wash my clothes, still with Save Money militia
Ima 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 %#@!ty Mac?


[Hook 2]


[Verse 4]
They merking kids, they murder kids here
Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here

Where the $#&@ is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here
Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a $#&@ing 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 $#&@ing 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

[Hook 2]

[Bridge]

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.


[Verse 5]
It just got warm out, this this %#@! 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'd care, too


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