Pusha T - S.N.I.T.C.H. Lyrics
feat. Kendrick Lamar[Verse 1: Pusha T]20 plus years of selling Johnson & JohnsonI started out as a baby face monsterNo wonder there's diaper rash on my conscienceMy teething ring was numbed by the nonsenseGem Star razor and a dinner plateArm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner dateThen crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilateCause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steakNigga, I was crack in the school zoneTwo beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two tonedFour lockers, four different *****es got their mule onBlack Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels onCouldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watchesWhat I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctorZhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan DragoIf he dies he dies, like Doughboy to TreIf he rides he rides, throwing punches in his roomIf he cries he cries, we don't drink away the painWhen a nigga die we add a link to the chainInscribe a nigga name in your fleshWe playing on a higher game of chessOnce you delegate his bills who's gone ***** his ***** the best?A million megapixels of the PyrexStarted on the scale digital, my only TimexNigga, this is timeless, simply cause it's honestPure as the fumes that be *****ing with my sinusNigga this is Simon says, Simon redBlood on your diamonds til you dying; dead[Hook]You better change what comes out your speaker[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]You wanna see a dead body?Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas partyTroubles on my mind, I still smell crimeMy little brother cryingSmokers repeatedly buying my Sega GenesisEither that or my auntie was stealing itHit the pipe and start feeling itOh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did thatThis was different, geez, Louise please help me relaxQuantum physics could never show you the world I was inWhen I was tenBack when nine ounces have got you tenAnd nine times out of ten niggas don't pay attentionAnd when there's tension in the air nines come with extensionsMy daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a halfTook a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bathBroke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his noseShirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his goldI said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be richNow you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interiorDrop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"He said "son, how come you think you be my connect?"Said "pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect"He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"Go figure, mother*****er, every verse is a brickYour son dope, niggaNow reap what you sowed, niggaPlease reap what you sowed, niggaI was born in '87, my grand daddy a legendNow the same shit that y'all was smoking is my professionLet's get it[Hook][Outro]They must be on the dick of who? X2
