So Obvious - Pusha T

I see you supplying the strip

I’m supplyin' the hits

These niggas been fiendin' 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 muthafuckas, Buzz Lightyears

Ahead of y’all, so be careful on that tightrope (Yeahh)

I inspire all the rappers that you might quote (What?)

Lookin' down on you niggas like white folks (Haha)

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 sellin' a dream to 'em (Wake up, niggas)

Weakest niggas throwin' shots, I just lean through 'em (Blap)

I just laugh at 'em, fuck is he doin'?

(Hahaha)

I just wanna flip it (Hah)

I just wanna sell it (Hah)

I just wanna flip it (Hah)

I just wanna sell it (Yeahh)

I just wanna flip it (Yeahh)

I just wanna sell it (Yeahhh)

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'chu lookin' 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 (Wooo)

This is block music;

Waka Flock to it (Push)

I just wanna flip it

I just wanna sell it (Yeahh)

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, runnin' 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 gettin' better (Dope man, dope man)

Look, but can’t touch;

I’m a muthafuckin' leper

Q-dog steppa, 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 bettin' whatever (Yeahhh)

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 (Yeahh)

I just wanna sell it (What?)

It’s so obvious in my clothes you could smell it

Push, you need a hit, nigga, come see me

Bangladesh

Dope man, dope man

Pusha T

Gotta