Pusha Man (Explicit)

Pusha Man (Explicit) - Chance the Rapper/Nate Fox

Ten damn days

And all I got to show for it

Is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage

Still the same damn ad-lib

Igh always

Still gotta letterman no practice

Still gotta burner man no lacking

Still outtin Jams ni**a no Jackson

No Jordan and we toe-tagging

I'll take you to land where the lake made of sand

And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance

And the money ain't yours

Now it's just a red pill

Got a blue and a hand full of Advils

I'm the new Nitty f**k it Nitty the the old me

So I'm a tell the buyer what Nitty told me

I got that mmm mmm

I got that goddamn

I'm yo pusha man

I'm yo I'm yo pusha man

Pimp slapping toe tagging

I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm yo pusha man

I'm yo I'm yo pusha man

You a lame

And your b**ch break down my w**d sometimes

See my face in the streets in the tweets

And a Reader or a Redeye if you read Sun-Times

She got blisters on her knees she's a fiend for the D

Even though I only beat one time

One time it was one two times

It was two plus me equals threesome time

Shouts out to Nate

I jackball and I bop I flex

Got neck from all these thots I sex

Rastafari them shottas yes

House safari mi casa yes

Poppy fields of that popeye

She came to party she popped a Molly

Said come to papa she said papa yes

I got that mmm mmm

I got that goddamn

I'm yo pusha man

I'm yo I'm yo pusha man

Pimp slapping toe tagging

I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm yo pusha man

I'm yo I'm yo pusha man

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lotta niggas dying so my 9 with the shits

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lotta niggas dying so my 9 with the shits

Move to the neighborhood I bet they don't stay for good watch

Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie

And call it the neighborhood watch

Pray for a safer hood when my paper good watch

Captain save the hood hood savior baby boy

Still get ID'd for swishers

Mama still wash my clothes

Still with Save Money militia

I'm a still watch my bros

Trapped in the middle of the map with a little bitty rock

And a little bit of rap

That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac

And like literally jack

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lotta niggas dying so my 9 with the shits

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lotta niggas dying so my 9 with the shits

They merking kids they murder kids here

Why you think they don't talk about it

They deserted us here

Where the f**k is Matt Lauer at

Somebody get Katie Couric in here

Probably scared of all the refugees

Look like we had a f**king hurricane here

They be shooting whether it's dark or not

I mean the days is pretty dark a lot

Down here it's easier to find a gun

Than it is to find a f**king parking spot

No love for the opposition

Specifically a cop position

'Cause they've never been in our position

Getting violations for the nation correlating

You dry snitching

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lotta niggas dying so my 9 with the shits

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lotta niggas dying so my 9 with the shits

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

I know you scared

Me too

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

If you was there

Then we just knew you'd care too

It just got warm out

This this sh*t I've been warned about

I hope that it storm in the morning

I hope that it's pouring out

I hate crowded beaches

I hate the sound of fireworks

And I ponder what's worse

Between knowing it's over and dying first

'Cause everybody dies in the summer

Wanna say ya goodbyes tell them while it's spring

I heard everybody's dying in the summer

So pray to God for a little more spring

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

If you was there

Then we just knew you'd care too