H.G.T.V. Freestyle - Pusha T

The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement

Jokers at the top know the king is nothin' to play with

9 to 5 money is just as sweet as the grave shift

El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya

Chopper next to me in every picture, Osama

Oh mama, they question my starting line up

You only find a diamond from diggin' like coal miners

Don’t listen to 'em, Desiigner

The same rappers talkin' next year will be Uber drivers (Fuck 'em)

Chanel dad hats, but you don’t know that they got 'em

Trap door shopper, they rotate the wall

So you will never see me as you rotate the mall

330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill

Me myself and I, we like a hamster in the wheel

Rolls emblem, Black Virginian

Pull in a neighborhood I don’t blend in

Album of the year contender every year

The kitchen’s full of work, it’s blenders everywhere

Blended bitches everywhere that do the most

They never seen with him so they fuck his ghost

Invisible man, timepiece with the invisible hands

MJ, remember the time they counted in sand Hourglass

But mine come with purse and heels

And the DIY Gucci with the crest and shields

It’s too far gone when the realest ain’t real

I walk amongst the clouds so your ceilings ain’t real

These niggas Call of Duty cause their killings ain’t real

With a questionable pen so the feelin' ain’t real

Rap’s John Grisham

I can paint the picture with the words if you listen (shh)

The bar’s been lowered, the well’s run dry

They beefin' over melodies, but no, not I (yugh)

See I’m so top 5

If they factor in the truth I just might just blow by

Blowbama