Pusha T - Sweet Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Get my chain, get my chain This G.O.O.D. Music You're sweet to me diabetes Peace treaties Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties Carrying the torch, the Olympic four rings I'm a javelin throw from the crowning of the king I hear em whisper like a hummingbird sings Of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring Now the wolves out hunting for your bling You're preying on the b**hes with the lowest self esteem It's a common running theme Victim or vice lord Disciple or Black stone, what you look to Christ for We in the last days, fire or the ice storm I wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord Let's be honest, the cards on the table Jealousy's a sin, Cain k**ed Abel Backstabber, Caesar had Brutus It's hard to weed 'em out, even Jesus had Judas Gone