Pusha T - Drug Dealers Anonymous lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Valentino summers and wave runners Chains on my n***as like slave runners Drug dealers anonymous How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit? My brick talk is more than obvious, it’s ominous Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and goblins Blonde mohawk the collection I’m Dennis Rodman The money count is the only moment of silence Cause hush money balances all this d** and violence Hat trick under my mattress Date I stop still has an asterisk after it After all I can make a call I can baptize a brick As I wash away my sins like a catholic Who the f** ain't mastered this America’s nightmare's in Flint Children of a lesser God when your melanin’s got a tint And I can’t even mention what I sent or what I spent Cause my name in 18 wheelers is evidence I put my boos in those cruise collections Life’s a b**h A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick Paid in full like ’86, Gs on my body The new Gucci has less monograms, God’s got him Let he without sin cast the first stone So I built that all gla** quad level first home Shatter all of your misconceptions Hold all of them missing weapons You thought I would miss my blessing The ultimate misdirection ya [Skit: Tomi Lahren] Your husband was drug dealer For 14 years he sold crack c**aine [Verse 2: Jay Z] Federico Fellini in the flesh Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh b**h I been brackin’ since the ‘80s Google me baby, you crazy ’89 in London pull the Benz up Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh 14-year drug dealer and still counting Who deserves the medal of freedom is my accountant He been hula hooping through loop holes, working around sh** IRS should’ve had the townhouses surrounded Thanks to the lawyers I marbled the foyer I tore the floor up Yeah, that’s for Koi fish We been dining on oysters I walk though the garage it’s like multiple choices I told ‘em pull the Royce up I’m getting ghost, I’m hearing noises I think it’s the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche We got storefronts, we got employee stubs We been opening studios and 40/40s up The paper trail is gorgeous Cases we buries ‘em Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung Bling bling Every time I come around your city bling bling My tenure took me through Virginia Ask Teddy Riley ‘bout me Ask the Federalis ‘bout me Tried to build a cell around me Snatched my n***a Emory up Tried to get him to tell about me He told 12, “Gimme 12” He told them to go to hell about me Drug dealers anonymous Y’all think Uber’s the future, our cars been autonomous Mules move the drums, take ‘em to different spots We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs I’m a course of miracles with this sh** Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists Herein lies the piece of God I always knew I was a prophet, but I couldn’t find a decent job Life made me ambidextrous Countin’ with my right, whipping’ white with my left wrist Daaaaaaaamn Daniel FBI keep bringing them all white vans through