Pusha T - Words of Wisdom lyrics

Don Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I like this type of vibe Yeah [Don Q] Don't you ever question my greatness Come see the legacy this legend creating Testing my patience, your label gon' have to check for replacements The Wraith a call away, I bring it out on special occasions Motha's onto me Used to hide my work right next to the vases Nightmares haunting me Feeling like the last breath I was taking God was warning me Now every morning I'm checking for faces Now that I get paid to party, I show up and bring my army Better off safe than sorry, I'm never gonna play Safaree LA nights boogie had the Lambo, I played the 'Rari Selling white and I ain't tell 'em a word when they came and charged me I never worked a shift, I got it from the first to fifth I had to learn the tricks like stuff the bags and burn the tips Christmas time I couldn't tell my daughter I ain't earned a cent I had to hit the curb and pitch, I leave and I return with gifts Made decisions to keep my momma with a place to live And stayed up wishing that she never seen them dinner plates was missing Where I'm from the young wild n***as just hate to listen Cause the old heads before us ain't show us how to make a difference I feel upset, my k**ers check whoever's sending threats You still in debt, got pendin’ checks and I ain't get to spend 'em yet Nothing in direct, I'm still a living legend in the flesh I remember d**hs I couldn't cope but dog I'm still a mess b**hes left and I wish 'em best I know she feel depressed You the one it should effect Your loyalty was just a test b**h, Don! b**h! [Pusha T] Back to the future how I hit 'em with the flows This coop isn't born, you need nine months to grow Marty McFly like I'm nineteen years old I'm Marty McPie sell 'em thousand dollars an O Yellow gold, keep it cla**ic Big money been around, push weight Jura**ic Send your b**h to Aspen for her b-day Send your younger b**h to Coachella for bout three days Same circle pa** each other like a relay You live in, I land on, difference between our PJ's n***as still making albums using label budgets I get it out the streets before the label touch it Take two years and tell the label f** it My kilos streaming in the streets without a single buzzing Never wore all saints, retired Balmain Ball players turn them sh**s into a mall thing Showroom shopper, the clerk is scrambling JW Anderson, I'm the mannequin You highbridge n***as done made me fans again And Don Q got y'all panicking Push