Pusha T, JAY-Z - Drug Dealers Anonymous lyrics

[Pusha T, JAY-Z - Drug Dealers Anonymous lyrics]

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 brick
As 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, Gs 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 missing weapons
You thought I would miss my blessing
The ultimate misdirection ya

Your husband was a drug dealer
For 14 years he sold crack cocaine

Federico Fellini in the flesh
Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh
Bitch I been brackin’ since the ‘80s
Google me baby, you crazy
’89 in London pull the Benz up
Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh
14-year drug dealer and still counting
Who deserves the medal of
Freedom is my accountant
He been hula hooping through loop holes
Working around shit
IRS should’ve had the townhouses surrounded
Thanks to the lawyers i marbled the foyer
I tore the floor up
Yeah, that’s for the Koi fish
We been dining on oysters
I walk though the garage
It’s like multiple choices
I told ‘em pull the Royce up
I’m getting ghost, I’m hearing noises
I think it’s the boys
But I been banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got employee stubs
We been opening studios and 40 40s 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 12, "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 moving 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
Daaaaaaaamn Daniel
FBI keep bringing them all white vans through

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