Pusha Man E

Ten damn days and all I got to show For it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with Road rage. Still the same damn ass left, Ah, always. Still gotta let 'em in, no breakfast. Still gotta burn 'em in, no lackin'. Still out of jams, nigga, no Jackson. No Jordan, we toe-taggin'. I'll take you to the 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. That's just the red pill. Got a blue and a handful of Advils. I'm the new Nicki, fuck it, Nicki the old Me. So I'ma tell the buyer what Nicki told Me, ah. I got that mmm, mmm. I got that goddamn. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. Pimp slappin', toe-taggin'. I'm just tryna fight the man. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. I got that mmm, mmm. I got that goddamn. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. Pimp slappin', toe-taggin'. I'm just tryna fight the man. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. Pimp slappin', toe-taggin'. I'm just tryna fight the man. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. Blame and your bitch break down my weed sometimes. See my face in the streets, in the tweets, In the Reader or the Red Eye if you Read sometimes. She got blisters on her knees, She a fiend for the D even though I Only beat one time. One time it was one, two times it was Two, plus me it was three sometimes. Shouts out to Nate. I jack ball and I ball-ball flex. Got neck from all of these thot-thot sex. Rastafari, young Shottas, yes. I safari, mi casa, yes. Papi feel her, that papa. She came to party, she pop the Molly. Said, "Come to papa," she said, "Papa, yes." I got that mmm, mmm. I got that goddamn. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. Pimp slappin', toe-taggin'. I'm just tryna fight the man. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. I got that mmm, mmm. I got that goddamn. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman. Pimp slappin', toe-taggin'. I'm just tryna the man. I'm your pusherman. I'm your, I'm your pusherman