Nate Fox - Pusha Man/Paranoia lyrics

[Produced by CeeJ] [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, old ways Still gotta letterman, no practice Still gotta burner man, no lacking Still outtin Jams n***a, no Jackson No Jordan and we toe-tagging I'll take you to land, where the lake made of sand And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance And the money ain't yours Now its just a red pill Got a blue and a hand full of Advils I'm the new Nitty, f** it Nitty the old me So Ima tell the buyer what Nitty told me [Hook: Nate Fox](x2.5) I got that mmm, mmm I got that God damn I'm your pusha man I'm-your-I'm-your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin' I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man I'm-your-I'm-your pusha man [Verse 2] You a laaaaaaaame, and your b**h break down my weed sometimes See my face in the streets, in the tweets And a Reader or a RedEye if you read Sun-Times She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D Even though I only beat one time One time it was one two times It was two plus me equals threesome time Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex Got neck from all these thots I s** Rastafari them shottas yes House safari, mi casa, yes Poppy fields of that popeye She came to party, she popped a Molly Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes" [Hook] {Transition from "Pusha Man" to "Paranoia"} [Produced by Nosaj Thing] [Hook (x2)] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of n***as dyin', so my 9 with the sh**s [Verse 1] Move to the neighborhood; I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy Still getting ID'd for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes) Still with the Save Money militia (I'mma still watch my bros) Trapped in the middle of the map with a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap That, with a literary knack, and a little sh**ty Mac, and like literally jack [Hook (x2)] [Verse 2] They murking kids; they murder kids here Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here Where the f** is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a f**in' hurricane here They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot Down here, it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a f**ing parking spot No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position Cause they've never been in our position Getting violations for the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin' [Hook] [Breakdown] I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too I know you scared Me too I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too It just got warm out, this the sh** I've been warned 'bout I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dyin' first Cause everybody dies in the summer Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring I heard everybody's dying in the summer So pray to God for a little more spring I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too