Pusha t
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Crutches, crosses, caskets
Yeah
Uh-huh
Beautiful evils
Yeah
Check me out
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
My young niggas sic' em
I dont get em
I just get back their jewelry if Im fuckin with em
Your man crush Mondays be owin niggas
My skin is triple black, Im the omen
You cant kill a God like the Romans, uh
Take my time to craft shit
Cause I dont like back and forths with Puff about rap shit
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
Rappers is victimized at an all-time high
But not I, you pop niggas thought I let it fly
Im Yasiel Puig, Im in another league
I defected, only thing we have in common, niggas bleed
In ya thousand dollar joggers as you rhyme about ya dollars
Is there shame when a platinum rappers mother lives in squalor?
Mildreds in the Bahamas for the month
Shes probably sitting in her pajamas having lunch
Swordfish, my reality is more fish
Banana clips for all you Curious Georges
Old niggas slapping young niggas
Ha Imagine that, where you from nigga?
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is death by the masses
The only asterisk is the change of address
My infinity pool as long as Magics
Yeah I let Zillow change my pillows
The home is so inviting, the Porsche is the armadillo
The silhouette
The pop, pop, pop the chop, chop, chop
The throwaway TEC's got Tourettes
Its more than this drug money, I love money
I speak to your soul and thats above money
This the ministry of street energy
The church of criminology, teaching my chemistries
Woo Im the L. Ron Hubbard of the cupboard
To some certain motherfuckers gotta love it
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
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