So Obvious
(专辑: Fear Of God 2: Let Us Pray - 2011)
[Bangladesh:] I
see you supplying the
strip I'm supplying the
hits These niggas been fiending for this shit Push! In one short year, I've turned dreams to nightmares (Hah) Let the
gods of the
game know I'm right here (Bangladesh) To you new motherfuckers, Buzz Lightyear Ahead of y'all, so be careful on that tightrope (Yeah) I
inspire all the
rappers that you might quote (What?) Looking down on you niggas like white folks (Ha ha) You're entitled to believe all your high hopes (Uh huh) When you can fool anybody with the
right hoax (Who run it?) Let you sing to 'em, emotionally cling to 'em With no pillow, you just selling a
dream to 'em (Wake up, niggas) Weakest niggas throwing shots, I
just lean through 'em (Blap) I
just laugh at 'em, fuck is he doin'? (ha ha ha) I
just wanna flip it (Hah) I
just wanna sell it (Hah) I
just wanna flip it (Hah) I
just wanna sell it (Yeah) I
just wanna flip it (Yeah) I
just wanna sell it (Yeah) It's so obvious in my clothes you could smell it Take a
glimpse of my life as I
walk through it (My jeans is heavy) Powder everywhere, like I
drug the
chalk through it (Forty racks in my pocket) Catty-corner penthouse as I
park-view it (We scatter big boy rise, nigga) Hit the
jackpot; bulls-eye, dart through it Music; I
talk through it, it's an art to it (Tell your bitch to come in) Let the
critics praise, let the
charts do it As I
burn through this money, no thought to it (What you looking at?) 80 cents could save a
child, but I
ain't opt to it I
just shop through it; cook and chop to it Move Heavy D
(Dope boy shit); I
should wop to it We got our own thing; drop the
top to it (Woo) This is block music; Waka Flock to it (Push) I
just wanna flip it I
just wanna sell it (Yeah) I
just wanna flip it (Flip it) I
just wanna sell it (Sell it) I
just wanna flip it I
just wanna sell it It's so obvious in my clothes you could smell it I'm so raw, running from the
law A
nigga got rich from what you snort through a
straw (We supply the
block) Here to raise the
bar; chain, no flaws Say it's whiplash when I
let my neck thaw In that two-door, no rims on the
car The
hate is so thick, you can cut it with a
saw See what I
saw, the
best getting better (Dope man, dope man) Look, but can't touch; I'm a
motherfucking leper Q-dog stepper, Stomp The
Yard better K-I-L; I'm just waiting on a
letter Oh, there it is; let the
triple beam measure Re-Up is the
gang and we betting whatever (Yeah) I
just wanna flip it (Push) I
just wanna sell it I
just wanna flip it (Hah) I
just wanna sell it (Hah) I
just wanna flip it (Yeah) I
just wanna sell it (What?) It's so obvious in my clothes you could smell it [Bangladesh:] Push, you need a
hit, nigga, come see me Bangladesh Dope man, dope man Pusha T
Got it for cheap