King Push v. 6ixGod
OCTOBER 12, 2016
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~H.G.T.V. FREESTYLE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater 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 Virginia 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
TO DRAKE
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 blow by Blowbama
~~~~~~~~~~~TWO BIRDS W ONE STONE by DRAKE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OCTOBER 29, 2016
More time with family and friends, more life More time to get it right It's only me, but I'm seeing four shadows in the light My demons visit me every night To the most high, I'm forever indebted I know I gotta pay somethin', I know that day's comin' I put it all in the music Because if I don't say it here, then I won't say nothin' Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazin' I need to start losing my shit on you niggas that's hatin' Too reserved, like I called ahead for me and my lady Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting? Ever since the blue basement, I found God and I lost patience Between rocks and hard places of all places Spotted everywhere, like Dalmatian Cops snoop around now, 'cause all of my dogs famous Please welcome the October fall baby Vaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind's not all there Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer People too scared to tell the truth, so it's all dares Count it, it's all there, and we all square Quick money, I'm in and out My dad used to use a soap bar 'til it's thinnin' out But, shit, look at Dennis now All Stacy Adams and linnen'd out More blessings for Sandy and him, more life My parents never got it right But God bless 'em both, I think we all alike We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change If we do get to do it twice in another life Scared to go to sleep now 'Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like Back when the bar that I had set for myself was out of sight Tell me how I went and did chin-ups On this shit when I can't see it Pin-ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier Soul sisters inspired my old scriptures Now that feeling's gone like them old pictures Mixin' liquor got us both twisted, words get so vicious You just stare at me while you roll Swishers Girl, I love you, but I don't miss ya And no matter what year it is, I'm a 06er Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school, man Fuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthy Two percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it Got two of my niggas off with a "not guilty" Gave back to the city and never said it if I didn't live it But still they try and tell you I'm not the realest. Like I'm some privileged kid That never sat through a prison visit Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon. I never worked to get it
TO PUSHA
But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories That's gotta stop, though You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo If you ask me though, you ain't lining the trunk with kilos You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas Like, "This what we need to be on," but you never went live You middle-man in this shit, boy, you was never them guys I can tell, 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyes And you'll be tryna sell that story for the rest of your lives Can't show us where the cash is Me, I don't judge, I'm just going off what the math is Numbers inflated They all look at me, like, "What have you done for me lately?" "I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest." Aw, baby, stop debatin', I'm just a creative My numbers out of this world No wonder they got me feeling so alienated
TO CUDI
You were the man on the moon Now you just go through your phases Life of the angry and famous Rap like I know I'm the greatest Then give you tropical flavours Still never been on hiatus You stay xann'd and perk'd up So when reality set in, you don't gotta face it I'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces I'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy Is you crazy?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~INFARED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[on the album]
TO DRAKE
The game's fucked up Niggas beats is bangin’, nigga, ya hooks did it The lyric pennin' equal the Trumps winnin' The bigger question is how the Russians did it It was written like Nas but it came from Quentin At the mercy of a game where the culture’s missing When the CEO's blinded by the glow, it's different Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks Let the sock puppets play in their roles and gimmicks, shit Remember Will Smith won the first Grammy? And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie" So I don't tap dance for the crackers and sing Mammy 'Cause I'm posed to juggle these flows and nose candy (yugh) Ferrari, my 40th, blew the candles out Tom Brady'ed you niggas, I had to scramble out They be ridin’ these waves, I pulled my sandals out Jefe Latin my Grammy, I went the Spanish route
REFERENCING BACKLASH FOR DISSING BIRDMAN & CASHMONEY
Oh now it’s okay to kill Baby Niggas looked at me crazy like I really killed a baby Salute Ross 'cause the message was pure He see what I see when you see Wayne on tour Flash without the fire Another multi-platinum rapper trapped and can’t retire Niggas get exposed, I see the cracks and I'm the liar? Shit I've been exposed, I took the crack and built the wire
BACK TO DRAKE
Now who do you admire? Your rap songs is all tryin' my patience Them prices ain’t real without inflation I done flew it, I done grew it, been a conduit Moynat bags on my bitches, I done blew it See through it, neck, igloo it Habla en español, I y tu it Let Steven talk streamin' and Shazam numbers I'll ensure you gettin' every gram from us Let's cram numbers, easily The only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-E How could you ever right these wrongs When you don't even write your songs? But let us all play along We all know what niggas for real been waitin' on, Push
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~DUPPY FREESTYLE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MAY 25
{ALL TO PUSHA}
So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs What do you really think of the nigga that's making your beats? I've done things for him I thought that he never would need Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat Now, you popping up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep I just left from over by y'all putting pen to the sheets Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat Keep getting temperature checks They know that my head overheats Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head on the beam Ya'll are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds Don’t push me when I’m in album mode You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes You send shots, well, I got to challenge those But I bring Calicos to the Alamo I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose You niggas leeches and serpents I think it's good that now the teachers are learning, yeah Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude Man, you might've sold the college kids for Nikes and Mercedes But, you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the 80's I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded I think that pretty much resembles what's been happening lately Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah And as for Q, man I changed his life a couple times Nigga was at Kroger working double time Ya'll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy Yeah, who gassed you to play with me? Man, you made this shit easy as ABCs Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it I'm fearless with it, yeah I really shouldn't have given you none of my time 'Cause you older than the nigga you running behind Look, holla at me when you multi-million I told you keep playing with my name and I'ma let it ring on you Like Virginia Williams I'm too resilient, get out your feelings It's gonna be a cruel summer for you I told Weezy and Baby "I'ma done him for you" Tell 'Ye we got a invoice coming to you Considering that we just sold another 20 for you