King Push - Pusha T

This is my time, this is my hour

This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power

If it’s my reign, then it’s my shower

This pole position, I made a lane cause they blocked ours

Dope boys, block bleeders

Gold diggers don’t stop either

Motivation is misguided if it hit the mark, then it’s not needed

Carry on like a carry on, and my side bitch I let tag along

Call me «daddy"from a complex,

Cause her mother’s fucker wouldn’t marry mom

No excuses, no regard

Step on the brick like a promenade

Twenty thousand on calling cards

And I’m speaking spanish like Don Omar

But…

I’m King Push, this king push

I rap nigga 'bout trap niggas

I don’t sing hooks

Fuck nigga, with the sly talk

Miss me, with all the pie talk

When them lights on you, and them letters big

You point us out, just like an eye-chart

But that’s my fault, my details of the sidewalk

For eleven years, we seen better years

We was sellin' birds over the time port

My first grammy was my first brick

Red carpet, every bad bitch

More BMF than billboard

I got a label deal under my mattress

Cause…

Vultures to my culture

Exploit the struggle, insult ya

They name dropping 'bout caine copping

But never been a foot soldier

Let’s have another look, just get a little closer

Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha

In a cranberry roadster, inside track on the g rap poster

Best d-boy all I’m missing is a dash

Difference between me and Hova

But…