Cot Damn

Cot damn, it's a new day

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn

They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor

Unapproachable appearance to how

I pack the ninas

Out of two,

Clipse they say, malice the meanest

Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us

You mistook me for a rapper, huh

Well that makes me an actor, 'cause

I would rather clap a gun

And buck on them niggas who hate

Who wanna be in my shoes?

Live my life, but can't carry my weight

I understand that the envy is part of the game

But make no mistake, you and

I, we are not the same

Naw bitch,

I'm liable to splatter ya shit

Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit

Watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit

And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit

That's not me,

I'm more at home wit the chrome

Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone,

I'm goneCot damn, it's a new day

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

Cot damn, when that white hits the pan

And comes back hard,

I can account for every gram

And the streets molded the man

I amThe pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, gorilla

Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame

I hustle,

I'm rich, blow scrilla,

I'm the torch that carry the game

The flame

I throw, crack change came from blow, push the

O'sSix lay close, hug the streets,

I hug the beat, change flows

Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows

My hearts on a sleevea

Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you

Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the streets so

Watch the phonies, watch ya homies

We pop, pop, drop you homey

Cot damn, it's a new day

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

They call me '

Pusha' for one reason'

Cause I keep that sniff all seasons

Whether the price is up or down

I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around

When it come to the money,

I get stealth

Three guns is fortune, and

I don't mind sharin' my wealth, dog

I know about my life,

I been around the world thrice times

I mean what

I say, from that

Panama sun, the

French chanzalize

Grind so deep-rooted,

I can't turn away

The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic

Hear what

I say, please don't confuse it

My verses heal, like

Curt Mayfield's music(Are you a pusha?)

Damn right,

I treat ya nose to hook ya

And only pull back to cook ya, partner

Cot damn, it's a new day

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

I been if

I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is

So I bangs for my cabbage

Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money

Pull yo gun, rapid

Leave and watch you see the situation be corrected

Lord Heavens, why must

I be so devilish

They say whatcha do comes back on you two times

I shoulda been died, but

I'm still walkin' around wit two nines

Who wants to be a millionaire?

Me, and you ain't got no more life lines

You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police'

Cause every move you make,

I'ma throw a slug

And hope you choke blood, nigga on every breath you take

Not to be broke, 'cause

Coldchain fate witness

Natural spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit

Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish

Ground beef,

I deliver it, you cock the mineral [Incomprehensible], for certain

Live in the livin' room, searchin' to hurtin' you

Cot damn, it's a new day

Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money

Hoo, hoo, hoo

Cot damn