Burial (feat. Pusha T, Moody Good, & TrollPhace) - Yogi, Marauda & Eptic

Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor Set the parameters You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live? Look at my new digs The rooftop can host a paint and sip for like 40 The Warhols on my wall paint a war story Had to find other ways to invest Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks It's a nightmare, yeah I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick Tap tap, throw the phone if you hear it click Art Basel in the bezel Your bustdown is bust down and don't match the metal Lower level's where you settle at I'm the pot callin' the kettle black Where there's no brick peddles at Between God and where the Devil's at Had to double dutch and double back Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at Exactly what the game's been missin' This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen Push Now that's how the team go I'm back from Santo Domingo That's where the kings go Down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go Back from Santo Domingo This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters Cause that's where the kings go Down in Santo Domingo From Honda Accords to Grammy awards That's where the kings go I can blow a million dollars into dust Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff Pusha know these politics is paradox Chillin' in a condo full of ready rock My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin' I'm dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music) Watchin' my success for some is bittersweet Always keep the sharpshooter's triggers tweaked Diamonds drippin' on me, V in Tiffany's All these K-9 units still sniffin' me Ignorance versus the innocence It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat And you can spot my hoes by their car keys Another episode full of atrocities It's double M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music) You scared to see my face in a fancy place So I debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck Still hands on, sucker, press your luck Your money gone every other month My money long so the treasure's tucked Now that's how the team go, I'm back in Santo Domingo That's where the kings go, Down in Santo Domingo Now that's how the team go Back in Santo Domingo Cause that's where the kings go, Down in Santo Domingo That's where the kings go

I don't understand it Tell me how could you be so low? (And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe Blood thicker than water, right Fuck bitches, they all alike Stand up nigga Not the falling type Heart blacker than a Harlem night Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you Damn look at that body Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special Cole to the rescue, never save a ho Hoes like to hide their behavior though Thought you was a down ass bitch 'Til I found that shit a couple days ago I was home alone, next thing I know That long ass verse From a song called "Control" was on The room got nearer, the tune got clearer That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone Girl, what is that, a ringtone Shit, not you too Man that hype done got you too Everybody and their momma gassed Even my momma asked what I'mma do Decisions, decisions In case this is war Then I load up on all ammunition If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto I'll make sure that nobody miss him Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me I don't need you, I got me, bitch Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch Got a record deal And a college degree, bitch Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch And after all that achievement Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed Now you try to play me, bitch? You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out TKO I don't understand it Tell me how could you be so low You've been swinging after the bell And after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit babe All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it Had the game on lock, streets serenaded Now you lame mothafuckas Lookin' devastated Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this Fuck that shit, he that He black, he don't like blacks Fuck that shit, he wack Fuck that shit he raps Fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit Get up off my dick The nonsense is synonymous with comments From the blogs about Menages with the gossips and the bosses Fuck surprises I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it Besides it I'd deny the shit Y'all should stop the shit I'm the shit, not just kinda sick The doc prescribed my shit Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit 'Fore poppin' shit, from popular To poppin' picks to poppin' tits She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny Popular for compliments Make it rain, she pop that shit It boosts her confidence Was supposed to stop this shit But spit like I forgot some shit Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you Peep my common sense TKO I don't understand it Tell me how could you be so low TKO You've been swinging after the bell And after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit babe JT this like deja vu right? All this album of the year talk Niggas claiming they're the best out I been hot since the Purple Tape And this cuban's poking my chest out They keep calling on King Push, this beach chair I'm stretched out My name is my name, bitch Until I'm gone and it's etched out I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby Hairs and a messy bun If I make her mine, I made her mind She fall in line and we got some Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire Alaïa skirt, Fendi work Dress my baby like build-a-bear Fuck you know about the type of rollie Fuck you know about blowin' bands Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it Holdin' hands A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung I sold dope where I came from And it's all dope what I made from it No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby Like showtime She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her But she ain't slow Once she trap you with the DA flow It's lights out, TKO

Like shining oil, this night is dripping down Stars are slipping down, glistening And I'm trying not to think what I'm leaving now No deceiving now, it's time you let me go Let me go I'll be gone! I'll be gone! King Push Dope game keep callin' Dope boys keep fallin' Askin' me "What's my legacy?" I just wanna die ballin' I just wanna die pourin' I just wanna ride foreign I just wanna bring hoes together Lonny, Lisa, meet Lauren (Wooo!) Then I be gone, keep it movin', what I be on Damn right I know what time it is Patek Philippe and the Tourbillion (Yuugh!) I'm stylin' on 'em, I'm swervin' on 'em I know it's wrong, but life's a bitch and she turn me on! Yeah, and to each his own Hatin' ain't something that we condone Is the way I flip when the beat come on I gonna pop that shit 'til your speakers blown And y'all wanna cop a plea Who you gon' talk to? Not to me Because the chain of command work properly You gotta earn a few stripes 'til you talk to me Word to Pusha, word to Vice Built a track once and killed it twice Built a stage up and killed the lights Opening act was like "Fuck my life" Y'all can love it, ain't nothing wrong Forget the hatin' that y'all be on Enjoy it now because after long Keyser Söze, I'll be gone I'll be gone! I'll be gone! When the lights go out and we open our eyes Out there in the silence, I'll be gone I'll be gone Let the sun fade out and another one rise Climbing through tomorrow, I'll be gone I'll be gone When the lights go out and we open our eyes Out there in the silence, I'll be gone I'll be gone I'll be gone! I'll be gone! I'll be gone!

I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys Your SL's missing an S, nigga Your plane's missing a chef The common theme see they both got wings If you fly, do it to death It's only one God, and it's only one crown So it's only one king that can stand on this mound King Push, kingpin, overlord Coast Guard come a hundred goin' overboard I got money with the best of 'em Go blow for blow with any Mexican Don't let your side bitches settle in Might have to headbutt your Evelyn Ballers, I put numbers on the boards Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a whore Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes We really gymstars, I'm like D. Rose No D-league, I'm like these clothes '88 Jordan, leaping from the free throw Ballers, I put numbers on the boards (Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more) Mix drug and show money, Biggs Burke on tour Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more I see flaw, cracks in your diamond CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon Come and meet the pieman, a must that I flaunt it The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us Ballers, I put numbers on the boards Can't a bitch living say I bought her Michael Kors? Every car driven was decided by the horse Keep the sticker in the window 'case you wonder what it cost How could you relate when you ain't never been great? And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga? I might sell a brick on my birthday Thirty-six years of doing dirt like it's Earth Day, GAWD Ballers, I put numbers on the boards

Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in 'em In elevator condos, on everything I love This ain't a wave or phase, 'cause all that shit fades This lifestyle's forever when you made They tweet about the length I made 'em wait What the fuck you expect When a nigga got a cape, and he's great? Oven's full of cakes that he bakes, still spreadin' paste The love just accentuates the hate This is for my bodybuildin' clients movin' weight Just add water, stir it like a shake Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race These are the games we play, we are the names they say This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes To all of my young niggas, I am your Ghost and your Rae This is my Purple Tape, save up for rainy days And baby mama wishes, along with the side bitches They try to coexist, end up wishin' you'd die, bitches Stood on every couch, in the A at the black party No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody You laugh a little louder, the DJ say your name a little prouder And we don't need a globe to show you the world is ours We can bet a hundred thousand with my safe hold My numbers lookin' like a bank code These are the games we play, we are the names they say This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes Ain't no stoppin' this champagne from poppin' The draws from droppin', the laws from watchin' With Ye back choppin', the cars and the women come with options Caviar facials remove the toxins This ain't for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters Who grew up on legends from outta Yonkers Influenced by niggas straight outta Compton, the scale never lies I'm two-point-two incentivised If you ain't energized like the bunny for drug money Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy This ain't really for you, this is for the Goya Montoya Who said I couldn't stop, then afforded me all the lawyers The only kingpin who ain't sinkin' Chess moves are made, my third eye ain't blinkin' Stay woke, nigga, or get out Still pull them whips out, still spread the chips out Might buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib out The message in this music, all my niggas had to live out These are the games we play, we are the names they say This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes, yah!

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع