Layers (feat. Pusha T & Rick Ross)

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Look at you, no pleasure in creative thinking,

because you don't think creatively anymore.

The real joy of being a human being is to be able to use your mind

In the manner that the Almighty God has designed the human mind to do

Tug of war and my mind's like a clash of the titans

Thoughts contrast so it's layers to my writin'

God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher

Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'

I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys

Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese

Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'

Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman

Woo, all black like the omen

Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it

So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote it

Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in the moment

Moment of clarity, moment of silence

Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the violence

Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant

Dad shakes his head cause the worst waste his talents

I philosophize for them Pitchfork scholars

Devil on my shoulder and the pitchfork follows

Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em

With a ski mask, automatic or revolver

A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another

And whose sphere of freedom is limited according to the wishes of a master.

Your power and authority is ruled over by another

And your sphere of freedom of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else

Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won't

They say misery loves company, no, I don't

Ain't got no time for you to try on no Manolo Blahniks

All I got time to do is go back in time and pose with the Unabomber

Just so I can go back in time a second time to photobomb it

I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics

Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em

I'm Doug E. Fresh in the flesh, I beat box

I boo-boo-du-du between the sheets to seek the G-Spot

I'm in bed with three naked ladies holding hands

I'm in bed with three major labels

And I ain't talkin' 'bout wearing clothing brands

Underground locomotive man

Putting on a global show that no promoter can

I philosophize with wise words from learned lessons

In my world mistakes turns to blessings

The hate turned to destiny

I'm saying Lord Jesus while the Lord's most gorgeous creatures take turns blessing me

I got your baby momma down on all fours

When drama comin', I'm all for it

If it ain't about the money please let this be your last question

You players can jump if you want, but you half-stepping like Paul George

I make the yay invisible in like a day or two

That's how the players do, my nigga, there's layers to it

First in science, first in technology, wealthiest country on Earth,

Most powerful country on Earth is twenty sixth in education.

So you have all been taken and you don't even realize

That you have been dumbed to the point where you are like sheep

Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the philosophy

I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me

Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by my teens

Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings

Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams

Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring

Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes

Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the team

Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice

So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the schools

Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move

Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew

Smooth operation, but the money came in knots

Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not

I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more

Counting this fast money and fucking my bitches slow

Rozay...