TU Records - Drug Dealers Anonymous Freestyle (A Pusha T & Jay Z Original) lyrics

[verse 1: Dev the Follower] The truth comes hard when it's stabbed in your back/ The second you get hit, you're offended and on attack/ How does it feel when a blondie actually knows her facts? / Tomi with the smash then reality eats you like a snack/ You're the main course, still founded in the system/ White powder is the stage and you're it's victim/ Hard capsules and printed, written out prescriptions/ Then you flip the tickets and move once you're convicted/ You're just a trail runner, running from yourself/ Different number every time you run; you got like 13 separate cells/ You'll still probably sell crack in hell/ Afraid of the consequences, plug your nose, deal with the harsher smell/ Transporting 18 wheeler, tractor trailers full of hash/ Drug Dealers Anonymous just want a pocket full of cash/ How are you the G.O.A.T when your verse was true trash? / I'd rather k** myself than listen to you douchebags/ Thank you Murs 316, for the locket/ They say I swept the game, but really I just mopped it/ Crooked Clinton's on the network, I don't wanna watch it/ I must inform myself ‘cause I have the power to stop it/ We can't afford 8 years of Obama-Nation/ We're leading into communism and that's abomination/ The truth is spotted in the media like Dalmatians/ “Emails are my personal business”, and that's your allegation/ [Interlude: Tomi Lahren] "Your husband was a drug dealer, for 14 years he sold crack-c**aine... Talk about protecting the black neighborhoods; start at home" [verse 2: Dev the Follower] Back to Jay-Z, Beyoncé, and Black Panther/ Race is in the past but you resurrect; necromancer/ Always in denial when you're expected to answer/ Indulgent Human Beings, liberalism is a cancer/ Obama stashing cash after 40/40 fundraiser/ Jay-Z and Beyoncé ran the event; they're self appraisers/ Where did 4 mil go, Mogul's Club, and nothing major? / And you tried to hide the deals; sweep it up like an eraser/ President Barack just claims that they're role models/ But Jay-Z stabbed the producer and made two wattles/ How are they influential drinking out of blue bottles? / I tried to stay mature, but forget it, they're just douche nozzles/ Equality has its toll, like walking Golan Heights/ Rioting in the streets of Baltimore, alone bites/ Black Lives Matter just push for the crow nights/ What, do you just expect the whites to have no rights? / And what's up with the welfare given to low lives? / Drug dealers and consumers buy to light the Stoge nice/ Thug's act like they pack a punch like Kimbo Slice/ All you talk slick but when confronted there are no fights/ California Jury heard your hard-knock, you're in denial/ I will bring up the stabbing of your producer with a smile/ Blood on the floor, I'm not afraid to walk down that aisle/ But you asked the judge to keep your criminal pasts from your civil trial? / You chose to deal d**, don't act like it is hard/ You bought yourself into fame and that's your charge/ Afraid of the truth escaping Washington Boulevard/ Where did your balls run off to, P.G.T Beauregard? /