Boi 1 Da - M.F.T.R. lyrics

[Hook: The Dream] Creep up on these n***as Creep up on these n***as Speak up on these n***as Speak up on a n***a Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang n***as ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious Amen! [Verse 1: Pusha T] You rather be more famous than rich Play your role, it's easy acting like Mitch “Paid In Full” was more than reading a script Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter Filling all standing orders Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water? Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance Yuugh, I'm drug money like Dapper Dan No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters We all know I did it; Rodriguez The illusion of money we don't believe in You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius I'm Kim Jong of the crack song Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem Woo, the revolution will be televised ‘Cause we done see all and they telling lies [Hook: The Dream] Creep up on these n***as Creep up on these n***as Speak up on these n***as Speak up on a n***a Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang n***as ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious Amen! [Verse 2: Pusha T] You rather be more famous than rich Play your role, it's easy being my b**h It's only right for a queen to floss your sh** Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist The minimums, n***as ain't synonyms Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits Street millionaires rub shoulders And laugh at b**hes f**ing promoters Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus What you f** him for if you didn't know what the goal was? Shine, remote control blinds That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad Ahhh, my living room rap scream crack money I don't trust rap n***as or rap money See this air hole tech and get ratttttt from me [Hook: The Dream] Creep up on these n***as Creep up on these n***as Speak up on these n***as Speak up on a n***a Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang n***as ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious Amen! [Verse 3: Pusha T] n***as talking it, but ain't living it Two years later admitting it, all them n***as is renting sh** They ask why I'm still talking dope, why not? The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà They say it's hate, but it's these well-dressed snakes That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it Yuugh, you ain't know, you got coached through it Wooo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it Haaa, the whole time I sold coke through it n***a, and records I was Bo through it King Push is synonymous with kingpin Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard You wonder why I'm still here I'm America's worst nightmare Night, night n***a [Hook: The Dream] Creep up on these n***as Creep up on these n***as Speak up on these n***as Speak up on a n***a Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Walk up in that b**h and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang n***as ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious Amen!