Suicide Lyrics by Pusha T (feat. Ab-Liva)
I just ordered one more n****
Yeah
I’m still a snow mover
Blow harder than tuba
Designated shooters turn weed to woolers
Condo in Atlanta money counters like the NASDAQ
In that glass back the motor is the ass crack
I’m still feeling divas like I feed the meter
Holy father to ’em, I ain’t talking Jesus neither
Balance on the scale, I ain’t a Libra either
I’m just a name and a number with the means to reach ya
Grim reaper, him cheaper, him chiefer
His army MCM on gym sneakers
You knowing that hymn better he been preaching
You mother fuckers is blood suckers, you been leaching
Been baller, been Jacob, been Dilla
Been realer pound sign been trilla
All killer, no filler, been iller
Fraud n*****, you Zoolander, Ben Stiller
When it comes to shooters my n***** is trained to go
And they getting practice on bitches who breaking codes
Thirty-five hundred, just point and give ’em a name
They back flipping n***** that go for rappers the same
You don’t know me n****, fuck out my way
Between a renter and a homeowner
Hip hop, we can cover any rolling stoner
Louboutins, I heist n**** or that bitch Winona
Stop comparing rappers cause they in they moment
Might of crossed the name brand every blue
But these brand names to a brand owner isn’t new
Don’t make us equal, ’cause we shared a bitch or two
She ain’t the angel that you think she reincarnated too
I build mine off fed time and dope lines
You caught steam off headlines and co-signs
Young n***** cliquing up with my rivals
Like the bible don’t burn like these bullets don’t spiral
Like I can’t see the scene that you mirror in your idol
But a pawns only purpose is completely suicidal
Ooh, suicide, it’s a suicide
I’m just talking to the world like it’s you and I
When it comes to shooters my n***** is trained to go
And they getting practice on bitches who breaking codes
Thirty-five hundred, just point and give them a name
They back flipping n*****, that go for rappers the same
You don’t know me n****, fuck out my way
Cash here, this sweater is cashmere
The roof is a translucent it’s nothing but glass there
The car is a concept what’s next is my last year
My future is bright hot, you never can last here
I’m top five listen who hot in the past year
Five heartbeats and I’m feeling like Flash here
‘Cause what I captured is the beast unleashed in the pasture
Story of the sheep and the wolves I un-master
Fifty in the liquor unwrapped ’em
Unpacked powder rise and it fall like Sebastian
Telfair, tailor made suits hand crafted
Over Bottega Veneta high tops unfastened
S550 drop top is unimaginable
To my hand drop and then he unattached it
Practice it, n****, brick break down, break dance
Crab walk, back spin, tanner than my black skin
When it comes to shooters, my n***** is trained to go
And they getting practice on bitches who breaking codes
Thirty-five hundred, just point and give them a name
They back flipping n*****, that go for rappers the same
You don’t know me n****, fuck out my way
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