(feat. Pharrell)



[Pharrell]

Uh! Uhh! Uh! Uh-huh!



[Chorus: Pusha T (Pharrell)]

I'm achieving, happy to be breathing

They stuntin y'all! (I'm stuntin y'all!)

Diamonds with brothers giving off 2K colors

Disgusting y'all! (disgusting y'all!)

On my road and going my way nigga

I'll cut ya off! (I'll cut ya off!)

So, let me live or that .45 living

I'm touching y'all! (I'm touching y'all!)

(Hooooooo!!!)



[Verse 1: Pusha T]

What's the talk of the sophomore jinx?

Got jewerly like I robbed the Sphinx

Got money like I robbed the Brinks - truck

Fuck y'all niggaz that pray for my ship to sink

I'm a problem, coupes I copped them left to right

The garage looks like the Bat Cave at night

He who tips scales, off that fish scale

Hands gracefully brush them keys like it's brail

Safeties on guns don't sit well

Send new shells to old foes, suckas!

Bail like oh no! flows is so cold

Hoes stick to me like gum to shoe soles huh!

He's vain, 88 you're thinking, 2004 - resurrection of caine!

Here I am, such a young baller

Flow shows promise, like LeBron James

I bring life to the game



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Malice]

Niggaz is losing it, out they mothafuckin mind

How another nigga talk about mine, I must be doin it

They must see, a signaficant rise in my stock

Multi-colored jewels, wit hues of blue in it

Or take you the real estate, where the realest gate

Outline the perimeter, I'll show you where we're doin it

Hear the new, the Clipse is huge

And these crews continue to hate, like Ebenezer Scrooge

But it's cool, I too once, averaged the same

Til I got slick, took risks, carried the 'caine

Then I cooked shit, pushed it, married the game

Now these days, I just 52-karat the chain YES!!

I pump base to the projects

I was Tyrannosaurus Rex to the pyrex

These dudes can't wait to see the doom of me

But big deals, so what, what's new, humor me, bitch!



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Do-ray-me, fo-so-la-ti

Oh my God, the - wrist stay +Rocky+ like +Balboa+!

The bar's been lowered, here to raise the quota!

Keep guns in pairs, I am the ghetto's Noah! (PW: True!)

Nigga need horseshoe for luck

Tryna test a - flow like such, jewels like Tut

Children hush, while King Pusha speakin

Or paramedic you'll be seeing fa real



[Malice:]

It's every bit what it seems! these is dreams I'm living out

The ride I'm getting out's a fraction of the house

Your living can't obstruct my vision

Franck Mueller jewels, I'm convinced this is living!

It's a given cats gon flap that tongue

Till I appear then cat got tongue, better relax

'Fore I clap that gun, perhaps even collapse that lung

Trust in me that that gat's no fun, one!



[Chorus]