[Verse 1: Pusha T]Valentino summers and wave runners,Chains on my niggas like slave runners.Drug dealers anonymous,How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?My brick talk is more than obvious, it's ominous.Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and goblins,Blonde mohawk the collection, I'm Dennis Rodman,The money count is the only moment of silence'Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence.Hat trick under my mattress,Date, I stop, still has an asterisk after it,After all I can make a call,I can baptize a brickAs I wash away my sins like a catholic.Who the fuck ain't mastered this?America's nightmare's in Flint,Children of a lesser God when your melanin's got a tint,And I can't even mention what I sent or what I spent'Cause my name in 18 wheelers is evidence.I put my boos in those cruise collections,Life's a bitch,A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick.Paid in full like '86, G's on my body,The new Gucci has less monograms, God's got him.Let he without sin cast the first stone,So I built that all glass quad level first home,Shatter all of your misconceptions,Hold all of them missin' weapons,You thought I would miss my blessing –The ultimate misdirection, yah![Tomi Lahren:]Your husband was drug dealer, for 14 years he sold crack cocaine.[Verse 2: Jay Z]Federico Fellini in the flesh,Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh.Bitch, I been brackin' since the 80's,Google me, baby, you crazy!'89 in London pull the Benzo,Type it in, Google's your friend, bruh,14-year drug dealer and still countin',Who deserves the Medal of Freedom is my accountant –He been hula hoopin' through loopholes, workin' ‘round shit,IRS shoulda had the townhouses surrounded,Thanks to the lawyersI marbled the foyer,I tore the floor up,Yeah, that's for Koi fish,We been dinin' on oysters,I walk though the garage, it's like multiple choices,I told ‘em pull the Royce up,I'm gettin' ghost, I'm hearin' noises,I think it's the boys, but I been bankin' at Deutsche.We got storefronts, we got employee stubs,We been openin' studios and 40/40's up,The paper trail is gorgeous,Cases, we buries ‘em,Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung.Bling-bling,Every time I come around, your city bling-bling,My tenure took me through Virginia,Ask Teddy Riley ‘bout me,Ask the federalis ‘bout me,Tried to build a cell around me.Snatched my nigga Emory up,Tried to get him to tell about me,He told twelve, “Gimme 12!”He told them to go to hell about me.Drug dealers anonymous,Y'all think Uber's the future, our cars been autonomous.Mules move the drums, take ‘em to different spots,We just call the shots by simply movin' our thumbs,I'm a course of miracles with this shit,Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists.Therein lies the piece of God,I always knew I was a prophet, but I couldn't find a decent job,Life made me ambidextrous:Countin' with my right, whippin' white with my left wrist.Damn, Daniel!FBI keep bringing them all white vans through.
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