Pusha T - King Push lyrics
[Pusha T - King Push lyrics]
This is my time, this is my hour
This is my pain, this is my name
This is my power
If it's my reign, then it's my shower
This pole position
I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours
Dope boys, block bleeders
Gold diggers don't stop either
Motivation is misguided, if you hit the mark
Then it's not needed
Carry on like a carry on
On my side bitch I let tag along
Call me "daddy" from a complex
'Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom
No excuses, no regard
Step on the brick like a promenade
Twenty thousand on calling cards
And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar
But I'm King Push, this king push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks
Fuck nigga with the sly talk
Miss me with all the pie talk
When them lights on you
And them letters there
You point us out just like an eye-chart
But that's my fault
My details of the sidewalk
For 11 years, we seen better years
We was sellin' birds over the time port
My first Grammy was my first brick
Red carpet, every bad bitch
More BMF than Billboard
I got a label deal under my mattress
'Cause I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks, ah!
Vultures to my culture
Exploit the struggle, insult ya
They name dropping 'bout Caine copping
But never been a foot soldier
Let's have another look
Just get a little closer
Rage against the machine
Black Zack de la Rocha
In a cranberry Rossta
Inside track on the G rap poster
Best D-boy, all I'm missing is a dash
Difference 'tween me and Hova
But I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks, ah!
This is my pain, this is my name
This is my power
If it's my reign, then it's my shower
This pole position
I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours
Dope boys, block bleeders
Gold diggers don't stop either
Motivation is misguided, if you hit the mark
Then it's not needed
Carry on like a carry on
On my side bitch I let tag along
Call me "daddy" from a complex
'Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom
No excuses, no regard
Step on the brick like a promenade
Twenty thousand on calling cards
And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar
But I'm King Push, this king push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks
Fuck nigga with the sly talk
Miss me with all the pie talk
When them lights on you
And them letters there
You point us out just like an eye-chart
But that's my fault
My details of the sidewalk
For 11 years, we seen better years
We was sellin' birds over the time port
My first Grammy was my first brick
Red carpet, every bad bitch
More BMF than Billboard
I got a label deal under my mattress
'Cause I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks, ah!
Vultures to my culture
Exploit the struggle, insult ya
They name dropping 'bout Caine copping
But never been a foot soldier
Let's have another look
Just get a little closer
Rage against the machine
Black Zack de la Rocha
In a cranberry Rossta
Inside track on the G rap poster
Best D-boy, all I'm missing is a dash
Difference 'tween me and Hova
But I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks, ah!