Pusha T - New God Flow Lyrics

Kanye West
Now hold up, I ain't tryna stunt man
But these yeezy's jumped over the jumpman
Went from most hated to the new god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living 3 dreams, biggie smalls, Dr. Kings, Rodney Kings
Uh, cause we can't get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
All money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin'
God damn, we made it here from nothing
Picture worth your whole life, and it can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like the uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I'm from the 312, where cops don't come through, and dreams don't come through
Like where did god go, in his Murcielago
Went from working Mcdonalds, barely paying the car note
Even got enough to get his mama a condo
People came shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you feel you Sunday service
I got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon
Did moses not part the water with the cane
Did Noah make the arc when I made it rain
Did yeezy not get signed by hov and dame
And went to Jacob's and made the new Jesus chains
In Jesus name, let the choir say
I'm on fire ayy, that's what Richard Pryor say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire ye'