Текст песни
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
Hoo, uh
Hoo, uh
Hoo (uh)
Cot damn
They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two Clipse, they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and 'caine, let nothin' come between us
You mistook me for a rapper, huh?
Well, that makes me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw, bitch, I'm liable to splatter your shit
Light up your world 'til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight rattle your shit
And I'll leave it to y'all to freestyle and battle and shit
That's not me, I'm more at home with the chrome
Or at play with the yay, movin' twelve for a zone, I'm gone
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
Goddamn, when that white hits the pan, it
Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and
The streets molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla
Traits of a blow dealer course my veins
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change 'caine from blow
Push the Os, six lay close
Hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My heart's on the sleeve for
Nigga that done gave they soul and hearts to the streets, you
Nigga told they breakin' my heart's on the street, so
Watch the phonies, watch your homies, we pop, pop, drop you, homie
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
They call me Pusha for one reason
'Cause I keep that sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or down, I keep a mound to pitch from
You don't have to shop around
When it come to that money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharin' my wealth, dawg
I know about life
I've been around the world thrice times, I mean what I say
From that Panama sun to France, Champs-Élysées
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away
To sell base is now somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't confuse it
My verses heal like Curt Mayfield's music
(I'm your pusher) damn right
I treat your nose to hook ya, and only pull back to cook ya, patna
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
I'll be damned if I die from starvation
Things is fucked up as is, so I bang for my cabbage
You wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money?
Pull your gun, rapidly
And watch, you'll see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish?
They say what you do comes back on ya two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walkin' around with two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more lifelines
You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police
'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug
And hope you choke blood, nigga, on every breath you take
Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain's fate witness
Natural spitters from the human gat, filled to the limit
Here to diminish, loud niggas talkin' gibberish
Rhymes beef, I deliver it with complimentary service
For certain, live in your livin' room, searchin' or hurtin' ya
Cot damn
It's a new day
Cot damn
But that nigga wanted money
Hoo, uh
Hoo, uh
Hoo, uh
Cot damn
Dear diary, here I am once again writin' you about this bitch-ass nigga
You know I was fuckin' with him and all that
Supposed to been a creep thing, I understood about his bitch, I accepted her
But then he gon' come with this bullshit
You know, after I had time invested in this motherfucker
He gon' tell me, you know, "things need to change a little bit, we need to slow down a little bit"
Slow down for what? Not for that bitch
I know you not tryin' to slow down with me for that motherfuckin' raggedy-ass bitch
Your girl this, your girl that, your girl is a motherfuckin' fake
Wearin' all that fake-ass shit she buyin' out of somebody else's motherfuckin' truck
See, one thing about me, I'm an authentic bitch
I put your motherfuckin' ass on it
You still buyin' her fake motherfuckin' shit
Her and that little teeny-ass motherfuckin' car
You gon' throw some cheap-ass 20 dollar rims on that motherfucker
And you think you got some motherfuckin' body?
Bitch, you ain't got no motherfuckin' body
I showed you the motherfuckin' ropes
I showed you how to motherfuckin' dress
With that little bit of money that you had at that point in motherfuckin' time
I drained your motherfuckin' ass
I drained your motherfuckin' ass broke
Then you here you go ridin' around in a '95 car, tryin' to get it souped up to a 2002
Bitch, motherfuckin'