Pusha T - H.G.T.V. Freestyle lyrics

EarDrummers mike WiLL Made-It

Half a year later
Still ain't heard an album greater (yo)
The natives want me out of the office
Back on the pavement (yo)
Jokers at the top know the king
Is nothin' to play with (yo)
9 to 5 money is just as
Sweet as the grave shift (yo)
El presidenté, Blobama, blow by ya
Chopper next to me in every picture, Osama
Oh mama, they question my starting line up
You only find a diamond from
Diggin' like coal miners
Don't listen to 'em, Desiigner
The same rappers talkin' next year
Will be Uber drivers (Fuck 'em)
Chanel dad hats
But you don't know that they got 'em
Trap door shopper, they rotate the wall
So you will never see me
As you rotate the mall
330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill
Me myself and I
We like a hamster in the wheel
Rolls emblem, Black Virginian
Pull in a neighborhood I don't blend in
Album of the year contender every year
The kitchen's full of work
It's blenders everywhere
Blended bitches everywhere that do the most
They never seen with him so
They fuck his ghost invisible man
Timepiece with the invisible hands
MJ, remember the time they
Counted in sand hourglass
But mine come with purse and heels
And the DIY Gucci with the crest and shields
It's too far gone when the realest ain't real
I walk amongst the clouds so
Your ceilings ain't real
These niggas Call of Duty cause
Their killings ain't real
With a questionable pen so
The feelin' ain't real rap's John Grisham
I can paint the picture with
The words if you listen (shh)
The bar's been lowered, the well's run dry
They beefin' over melodies, but no, not I
(yugh) see I'm so top 5
If they factor in the truth
I just might blow by blobama