Artist: Pusha T Album: Fear of God Mixtape Song: My God Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Pusha T] I can't be bothered with paying homage to forefathers See the future like the car show floor models Both feet in the snow so that my core follows We don't mourn for the dead nigga, we pour bottles Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos Started with similac powder in a baby bottle Yeah, the formula is warning ya Crack kills, offerings to the coroner Kill my eldest brother? Nigga, I'd be damned Gator at my momma house, welcome to zombie land A hustler's paradise, a lucky pair of dice Down forty, but a streak will have you square by night Didn't bat an eye at it, kept the pokerface cause the batter I add, it had the coca base When you get to Heaven's door, they won't hold a space If you numb like the flesh on a smoker's face There's no feeling like your bitch +Chin-chilling+ right You in Italian leather and you four-wheeling right You know you up when you can count a quarter million right and if you down, you can slang it like a pillow fight I'm a wizard at it, nigga here's the magic Make a small town feel I threw a blizzard at it Get the green from the scale like a lizard had it Bare witness as I unveil this instant classic [Chorus] Yes, my God My God, my God Yes, my God My God, yes [Pusha T] Yeah, the second coming's in the second verse The first coming still here so I'll need a hearse I got a voodoo doll every time I pen the verse Not only do they say they feel it but they say it hurts No pain, no gain nigga They say I'm heating up, welcome to the flame nigga No matter the success, still the same nigga I only change when the new body came nigga Aerodynamic, roof panoramic My credit score let the dealer take full advantage Paid over sticker price, cash under handed The 0-12 a year early, I'm a time bandit Gotta time manage when you heaving snow Able to drop it all at thirty and be free to go Only deal with divas on a need-to-know and what you need to know is when you need to go There'll be no waiting, I have no patience This is the end for all my unrecognized greatness I'm here now nigga, pardon my lateness You can hear in every bar and every cadence Yeah, it's the new God flow ain't it The Last Supper for you niggas now repainted Take position on the chessboard and rearrange it Face to face with the truth, get reacquainted [Chorus]