QB Da Problem - Pusha T's Head lyrics

[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem] [Verse 1] Outta nowhere like a bad b**h Lost on a highway Black angel wings feelin fresh first friday Sinnin like a seven day in Venice Priests f**in children And im so up in this old ? station Greek b**hes at the chateau Black nails, new black flow Act like you know how to act ho Psycho, i like the lights low And my closet iconic If these n***as is real n***as i'd rather be robotic I'm liva than ya ghost writer Its mr. white lighter dyin to set the night on fire Lux life, landscapin for my loft Call me crazy but i feel like Christ carryin the cross Dyin to be great is a common mistake While im havin white b**hes feed me white grapes Real n***a sh** never came with a pitch And rappers got rich of bullsh** Savvy Catch saudi lookin like a reese's cup or a peppermint patty And everybody love me like a junior mint You full of sh**, and ya publicist been pullin stints