[Intro] We got the remix It's another hot exclusive from the dominators [Hook: Connie Mitchell + Dwele] Flashing lights, lights Flashing lights, lights Flashing lights, lights What do I know? Flashing lights, lights Know [Verse 1: Pusha T] Pharmaceuticals bought me charm like the j**eler j**els Squares of ice shed light like the Rubix cube I get it mixed up, red with the blues And she all mixed up, admirin' the hues Four years later, n***as admirin' your shoes Bape year late, we call you Tokyo buffoons 'Cause stylists admire us, look at how you groom Keep runnin' to SoHo, them exclusives in my room n***as is biters, we let you slide with your writings We knew that c**aine talk was not like you But who goes as far as tryin' to dress like him? One sequin glove can never make you Michael I moonwalk over tracks and make n***as spiteful But never hear a word 'cause them n***as know That my flow so viper and if Pusha go psycho He'll seance that pen and pull your spirit up out yah, P [Verse 2: No Malice] I'm so literary with it, you can tell how I write The boy such an author, I should smoke a pipe Rockin' an ascot, the coupe with a gla** top 17 inch rims makin' the a** drop I was in the spot from the first to the fifth With a mean comeback like The Return of the Sith Like ridin' a bike, never you forget Still I got it for cheap, whether you smoke or you sniff The gift is the curse and vice versa To remove me off that horse takes more than a merger Durin' that hiatus I was with the natives Then back to the States, pa** along the savings Put it in the street, caterin' the cravings Like the second-comin', got the fans awaitin' Victory is sweet, even amongst the hatin' Find me on that beach, island in the Caymans, gone [Hook: Dwele + Connie Mitchell] As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far What do you know? Flashing lights, lights What do you know? Flashing lights, lights Know... Flashing lights, lights Flashing lights, lights [Outro: DJ Drama] What up, you know who it is, it's the one and only Mr. Thanksgiving a.k.a. Mr. Gangsta Grillz himself, DJ Drama. And right now you're locked into Benzy's Get Right Radio. Pay attention!