Pusha T - F.I.CO. (Clipse)
I remember late nights, pissy hallways driving me psycho
The money wouldn't come fast enough
We was back and forth, down streamline
Moving weight was like lipo, The rest of y'all stuck in a rut
Niggas double crossing, talk behind ya back
See, that's where the knife go, I guess they wasn't fuckin' wit' us
Some niggas get the luck of the draw
For others, life is a dice roll, and waiting on faith ain't for us
When you young, you realize that you can't trust a mouth where the pipe go
They tried but couldn't love you enough
Dancе music on my neck, Where's your watеr bottle?
Diamonds, the light show, Looking like the sun in the club
If you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O. I'm talkin' 850 or bust
See you really real power when you make niggas balance on tight ropes
They know they not much for the blood
Have my man shoot ya block, I'ma send his ass far as the flight go
Ain't worried 'bout ducking a judge
Keep frontin' for ya bitches, 'cause any minute repo might show
You know that shit up in a month
Heard your man was in there singing for his life, they was calling him maestro
Cause time that heavy can crush
When you pay a nigga back, like it's layaway, whispering "die slow"
The last words you hear in the trunk
