Pusha T, Ab-Liva - Suicide lyrics

Yeah i just ordered one, my nigga
Yeah

I'm still a snow-mover, blow harder than tuba
Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers
Condo in Atlanta
Money counters like the NASDAQ
In that glass back, the motor is the asscrack
I'm still feeding divas like I feed the meter
Holy father to 'em I ain't talking Jesus
Neither
Balance on the scale I ain't a Libra, either
I'm just a name and a number
With the means to reach you
Grim Reaper, him cheaper, hemp chiefer
His army: MCM on gym sneakers
You knowin' that hymn better
He been preaching
You motherfuckers is bloodsuckers
You been leeching
Been Baller, been Jacob, been dealer
Been realer pound sign, been triller
All killer, no filler been iller
Fraud niggas, you Zoolander: Ben Stiller

When it comes to shooters
My niggas is trained to go
And they gettin' practice on
Bitches who breaking codes
Thirty-five hundred
Just point and give 'em a name
They back-flipping niggas that go
For rappers the same
You don't know me, nigga fuck out my way

Big difference between a renter
And a homeowner
Hip Hop Weekly cover and a Rolling Stoner
Lufthansa: I heist, nigga
Or that bitch Winona
Stop comparing me to rappers 'cause
They in their moment
Might have crossed the name brand every blue
But these brand names to a
Brand owner isn't new
Don't make us equal 'cause we
Shared a bitch or two
She ain't the angel that
You think she reincarnated, too
I build mine off fed time and dope lines
You caught steam off headlines and co-signs
Young niggas cliquing up with my rivals
Like the Bible don't burn
Like these bullets don't spiral
Like I can't see the scenes that
You mirror in your idol
But a pawn’s only purpose
Is completely suicidal
Ooh! Suicide, it's a suicide
I'm just talking to the world
Like it's you and I

When it comes to shooters
My niggas is trained to go
And they gettin' practice on
Bitches who breaking codes
Thirty-five hundred
Just point and give 'em a name
They back-flipping niggas that go
For rappers the same
You don't know me, nigga fuck out my way

Nothing but cash here this
Sweater is cashmere
The roof is a translucent it's
Nothing but glass there
The car is a concept what's
Next is my last year
My future is bright-hot you
Never can last here i'm top five listen
Who hot in the past year? Five heartbeats
And I'm feeling like Flash here
'Cause what I captured is the
Beast unleashed in the pasture
Story of the sheep and the wolves I unmaster
Fifty in the liquor, unwrapped 'em
Unpacked powder rise and it falls
Like Sebastian
Telfair tailor made suit's, handcrafted
Over Bottega Veneta, high-tops unfastened
S550 drop-top is unimaginable
To my hand drop, and then, he unattached it
Practice it, nigga, brick, break down
Breakdance crab-walk, backspin
Tanner than my Black skin

When it comes to shooters
My niggas is trained to go
And they gettin' practice on
Bitches who breaking codes
Thirty-five hundred
Just point and give 'em a name
They back-flipping niggas that go
For rappers the same
You don't know me, nigga fuck out my way