Suicide

[Intro: Pharrell]
Yeah, I just ordered one, my nigga, yeah!

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I'm still a snow mover, blow harder than tuba,
Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers,
Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the NASDAQ,
In that glass back the motor is the ass crack.
I'm still feedin' divas like I feed the meter,
Holy father to ‘em, I ain't talkin' Jesus neither,
Balance on the scale, I ain't a Libra either,
I'm just a name and a number with the means to reach ya.
Grim Reaper, him cheaper, him chief of
His army, MCM on gym sneakers,
You knowin' that hymn better, he been preachin',
You mothafuckers is bloodsuckers, you been leechin'.
Been baller, been Jacob, been dealer,
Been realer, pound sign, been trilla,
All killer, no filler, been iller,
Fraud niggas, you zoolander, Ben Stiller.

[Chorus: Pusha T]
When it comes to shooters my niggas is trained to go,
And they gettin' practice on bitches who breakin' codes,
Thirty-five hundred, just point and give them a name,
They back flippin' niggas, that go for rappers the same,
You don't know me, nigga, fuck out my way!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Between renter and a homeowner,
‘Hip Hop Weekly' cover and a Rolling Stoner,
Lufthansa, heist nigga or that bitch Winona,
Stop comparin' me to rappers ‘cause they in their moment.
Might of crossed the name brand every blue,
But these brand names to a brand owner isn't new,
Don't make us equal ‘cause we shared a bitch or two,
She ain't the angel that you think, she reincarnated too.
I build mine off fed time and dope lines,
You caught steam off headlines and co-signs,
Young niggas cliquin' up with my rivals,
Like the bible don't burn, like these bullets don't spiral,
Like I can't see the scene that you mirror in your idol,
But a pawn's only purpose is completely suicidal,
Ooh, suicide, it's a suicide,
I'm just talkin' to the world like it's you and I.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
Nothing but cash here, this sweater is cashmere,
The roof is a translucent, it's nothing but glass there,
The car is a concept, what's next is my last year,
My future is bright hot, you never can last here.
I'm top five, listen, who hot in the past year,
Five heartbeats and I'm feelin' like Flash here,
‘Cause what I captured is the beast unleashed in the pasture,
Story of the sheep and the wolves, I unmaster.
Fifty in the liquor, unwrapped ‘em,
Unpacked, powder rise and it fall like Sebastian
Telfair, tailor-made suits hand crafted,
Over Bottega Veneta, high tops unfastened.
S550 drop top is unimaginable,
To my hand drop and then he unattached it,
Practice it, nigga, brick, break down, break dance,
Crab walk, back spin, tanner than my black skin.

[Chorus]