Re-Up Gang, Pharrell - Play Your Part lyrics

I got ya mind niggas! Quite frankly
I don't understand these claims
You ain't know, I was pushin' AKA Brick James
You can't touch this
And on the fed's list of names
And I hibernated immediate when
Pusha hit fame i'm cold blooded
Similar watch the rose flooded
The leather in that Aston
Yellow like cold mustard
Now run along, my gun is long
Ya life expectancy short if
Them talons sing along
I glamorize, ya fantasize my life like
The hoes, the flights
The flow that's poltergeist
Yankin' the spirit from the demons
Seein' through the snow
Like Carolina bitch dreamin'? I'm losin 'em
All the snow in the timepiece confusin' 'em
All the snow on the concrete Peruvian
I flew 'em in, it ruined men
I'm through with them
Blame from us got in they life
So go and sue me then

Keep my gravy on, pound every pave we on
Skully and the thermal, get my Army navy on
Blocks with the dirty kids is missin' the
As I jazz, over these beats a la savia
Swagger unrivaled
I'm what Cassius Clay be on
Far removed from baggin' that work
Up in the Clarion
Four chairs, four men, wood table, 12-12
Baggies in them single edge
Razors from the corner store
Cocaine connoisseur
New way of doing big business
Bill Gates although I'm thinkin'
Like a dinosaur
Pushin' on them keys like a minor chord
Jimmy crack corn was the reason we
Put it over them irons for
Lion hearted, the king of the upholding
Ridin' for the same love Lauryn wrote
And sang out to Zion for
I am crowned king, I'm not tryin' for
Dyin' for i squeeze first to shoot
They screamin' and they cryin' for

We want LA nigga, we want New York
And everywhere in between 'cuz you
Niggas don't talk the talk
Everybody say they hustlin'
You niggas don't walk the walk
Our dope dealer swag so real nigga
Play your part

Now how you wanna play this?
Just racists rent it like Avis final stages
Get held, triple Caucasian
This invasion, abrasive, like we racin'
Finish line, the vivid dime
Martin-colored vintage wine
Pick one, stick one, they vagina
While they hatin, then ya straight to shinin'
Niggas love to perpetrate beyond ya
Point of livin' on, the joint is risen huh
Anoint ya dead and gone
One shot fucked up ya ordeal
Six o clock news, you're like shit real
Ya know how I do on Tuesday they still will
I'm cool like Jack Jill
Bad bitch they like, "ew!"
Fat boy still that boy cruisin with a gat 4
Cross me catch a back fall
Spit rounds, the forehead catch that
Board dismissed like school's out
Let's move out or lose out

Oh how lame! These niggas in the game
They fuckin' with my hip hop
Have you any shame?
Bag in that Ziplock, move it on a plane
Like Green Eggs and Ham: move it on a train
Move it on a bus, or Federal Express it
Don't pick it up yourself
From them unknown addresses
Acura legend, graduated to the Lexus
To them SL5 to the hues and the necklace
I was Richard Gere, I had bitches breathless
Along come the hate, niggas talkin' reckless
Mentioning ya name
The natives gettin' restless
Offerin' info and gettin' all excessive
Like crabs in a barrel
They sing it like a carol
The judge throw the book right
Before he slam the gavel
Have gun, will travel
And I can't stand the sight
Of a motherfuckin' tattle
Such a waste of life

Star Trak's the black Pixar
We imagine shit for
Specializing artwork videos
Hit stars, record sellin' just like dope man
I shit ya'll not
It's all not how hit's ya'll got
You hear the way up in my beat like a brick
It is treated then
Trust me nigga, it's called chop, I hear it
You tryna divide it
Nip and tuck you Botox, tryin to hide it
Some detune it, some take it up a key
Sprinkle my kicks and snare
Soundin' like little me's
It's a shame 'cuz you make little cheese
How you gangsta or pimp with little bullets
Little freaks
I know a couple thugs, couple G's
I know a couple bloods, couple C's, RIP's
And they don't know you
So who you gon' go to?
Sell that bullshit show to?
All that abracadabra, no one's flattered
Many means ya missin' identities and swagger