Pusha T – The Story Of Adidon (Drake Diss) Lyrics

 Easy money

It’s about to be a surgical summer

Chop the tops off the coupes

The cuatrocientos ochenta y ocho

The Spyder joint

And you know we gotta cut the heads off these snakes, right?

Watch the body drop

Drug dealin’ aside, ghostwritin’ aside

Let’s have a heart-to-heart about your pride

Even though you’re multi, I see that your soul don’t look alive

The M’s count different when Baby divides the pie, wait

Let’s examine why

Your music for the past few years been angry and full of lies

I’ll start it at the home front, “I’m on One”

Dennis Graham stay off the gram, bitch, I’m on one

You mention wedding ring like it’s a bad thing

Your father walked away at five, hell of a dad thing

Marriage is somethin’ that Sandi never had, Drake

How you a winner, but she keep comin’ in last place?

Monkey-suit Dennis, you parade him

A Steve Harvey-suit nigga made him

Confused, always thought you weren’t Black enough

Afraid to grow it ’cause your ‘fro wouldn’t nap enough

Since you name-dropped my fiancée

Let ’em know who you chose as your Beyoncé

Sophie knows better, ask your baby mother

Cleaned her up for IG, but the stench is on her

A baby’s involved, it’s deeper than rap

We talkin’ character, let me keep with the facts

You are hiding a child, let that boy come home

Deadbeat mothafucka, playin’ border patrol, ooh

Adonis is your son

And he deserves more than an Adidas press run, that’s real

Love that baby, respect that girl

Forget she’s a pornstar, let her be your world, yuugh!

How dare you put Ye in my verses?

I’m selfish, I want all of the curses

I’m pre-bookin’ the churches

Me versus three hearses

If we all go to Hell it’ll be worth it

Already aligned with the greats, and on that same note

The only ones I chase are two ghosts

Still givin’ you classics, that’s the only thing that dates me

OVO 40, hunched over like he 80, tick, tick, tick

How much time he got? That man is sick, sick, sick

I got the devil flow, nigga, six, six, six

Surgical summer with it, snip, snip, snip

And you don’t really want it with him

Surgical Summer, Volume 1

We gon’ take this slow

We just gon’ peel it back layer-by-layer


Album of the motherfuckin’ year

And you talkin’ ’bout you upset


Well I wanna see what it’s like when you get angry, okay?

You show me that


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