Pusha T - Sweet Freestyle lyrics

Get my chain, get my chain this GOOD music

You're sweet to me, diabetes peace treaties
Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties
Carrying the torch, the Olympic four rings
I'm a javelin throw from the
Crowning of the king
I hear 'em whisper like a hummingbird sings
Of all the trust issues that
A hundred birds bring
Now the wolves out, hunting for your bling
As you preying on the bitches
With the lowest self esteem
It's a common running theme:
Victim or vice lord disciple or Black stone
What you look to Christ for
We in the last days, fire or the ice storm
I wear it in my chain as
A symbol of a crime lord
Let's be honest, the cards on the table
Jealousy's a sin, Cain killed Abel
Backstabber, Caesar had Brutus
It's hard to weed 'em out
Even Jesus had Judas, gone!