Pusha T, Andrea Martin - Take My Life lyrics
[Pusha T, Andrea Martin - Take My Life lyrics]
I hope you pussy muthafuckas die
Wish death upon they soul until
They burnin' in a fire
I'm the illest mothafucka breathin'
Fuck yo rhyme or yo reason
Fucking over yo issues
It's kill-a-ho-nigga season
I made my way, way, I found my road, road
Bar-arada da, I made my own, ho
YUGHHH, you ain’t ever have shit local nigga?
Woo, how the fuck I owe you local niggas?
I’m a global nigga, Champs-Élysées shopper
Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer
Chain rockers
Where was you when I was bleeding
Disappointed and battling my demons
I just want to ride Italian leather
Acting like you don’t know me
Euro designer palace
Fuck my bitch on Missoni and I feel
And I feel like they want to take my life
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you do
Tell them what they want to hear
But stay from the truth
And I feel like they want to take my life
It ain’t enough that I
Struggle through my career
Less appreciated when I was part of a pair
Pushed an envelope full of truth
Like I was dared
Depiction and the depth was the
Proof that I was there
It’s no question in my origins
Photo album full of Polaroids
They’re still pointing in
Couple million records sold
Still say I’m poisoning
Seven different SIM cards
Bringing all that mortar in
Brick by brick nigga, all you add is water in
We ain’t got to touch hands nigga
Put your order in
I just want to float through clouds
Hermes seams on my towels
No overly gaudy shit
Just the diamonds on the dials
Woo, and I’m still buying mo’ guns
Mo’ money, mo’ murder nigga, choose one
And I feel like they want to take my life
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you do
Tell them what they want to hear
But stay from the truth
And I feel like they want to take my life
Wish death upon they soul until
They burnin' in a fire
I'm the illest mothafucka breathin'
Fuck yo rhyme or yo reason
Fucking over yo issues
It's kill-a-ho-nigga season
I made my way, way, I found my road, road
Bar-arada da, I made my own, ho
YUGHHH, you ain’t ever have shit local nigga?
Woo, how the fuck I owe you local niggas?
I’m a global nigga, Champs-Élysées shopper
Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer
Chain rockers
Where was you when I was bleeding
Disappointed and battling my demons
I just want to ride Italian leather
Acting like you don’t know me
Euro designer palace
Fuck my bitch on Missoni and I feel
And I feel like they want to take my life
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you do
Tell them what they want to hear
But stay from the truth
And I feel like they want to take my life
It ain’t enough that I
Struggle through my career
Less appreciated when I was part of a pair
Pushed an envelope full of truth
Like I was dared
Depiction and the depth was the
Proof that I was there
It’s no question in my origins
Photo album full of Polaroids
They’re still pointing in
Couple million records sold
Still say I’m poisoning
Seven different SIM cards
Bringing all that mortar in
Brick by brick nigga, all you add is water in
We ain’t got to touch hands nigga
Put your order in
I just want to float through clouds
Hermes seams on my towels
No overly gaudy shit
Just the diamonds on the dials
Woo, and I’m still buying mo’ guns
Mo’ money, mo’ murder nigga, choose one
And I feel like they want to take my life
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you do
Tell them what they want to hear
But stay from the truth
And I feel like they want to take my life