Текст песни Push (feat. Torre Lott) - Nuke Franklin

Born in the belly of the beast who would think
Little me would be lucky as the forth clover leaf
Black wolf tryna move through a herd full of sheep
Black Jesus probably run the world in my sleep
On G.O.D.
OG Times 3
Hot head
Chrome heat
So never got cold feet aye
Frankie well connected got more ties than EastBay
Heartthrob to bitches got more game EA
Grade A
Sadity bitch eat like Ceviche
Black boy cover in chains like Kunta Kinte
Rose pedals under my feet like Prince Hakeem aye
Big blessings they wanna block em just like dikembe
Only one that shine when the light off
Known to cut the head off a python
Hard not to feel like Goliath when the mic on
Specially when you crushing mothafuckas with ya eye close
I'm on
A whole different wave than yo ride on
Probably cause my pipe dream
Turned into a Pipe bomb
Blew like the roof on the mothafucking
Pentagon
Bitch I been a prob swear these niggas shoulda been alarmed
Shit up on any instrumental that I get up on
Frank-a-Lin the one got 'em stepping up they echelon
Pedestal I'm on dare a mothafucka knock me off
Barry bonds with it I got more hits than a octagon

Bitch don't push me
I'm already close to the edge
Dealing with the ghosts in my head
Imma smoke till I'm dead
I'm just tryina cope, fuck a med
Feeling like I'm hanging by a thread
Bitch don't push me
I don't give a fuck what you said
All my enemies catching led
Put a price on your head
Middle of the night you get bled
Never should have tread where I tread
Bitch don't push me

I'm a
Terrible person to horrible people
And I just
Tear at your nerves its more than the evil
I got a
Demon inside and it's hoarding my ego
So now I
Feed him the lives of the boring and feeble
You motherfuckers couldn't see me with the eyes of a drone
And even if you caught a glimpse I'd probably hide in your home
Lace your water with the Lucy, cut the wires and phone
Then run up on ya leaving trauma on the side of your dome
Throw the barrel in your mouth then I'm igniting the chrome
Plant the strap up in his hand that suicide is a go
Then proceed to call police and hope they find him alone
I tend to leave a vivid picture in the eyes of my foes
And I'm as high as it goes
Lifted children in the building burning fire in bowls
I make a killing with my villains we supplying the snow
A metaphor for silly niggas who denying the flow is so
Extraterrestrial
Bet I'm balling like testicles and I don't need a dollar to flex on the best expendables
Just gimmie ganja no vodka and rocking instrumentals
Murder verses that heard of hearses coincidental
Never, spit it simple for those who don't know
Clever, getting into domes with a coke flow
Bet I, Leave em bleeding up put that broke nose
Toe tag froze cold suffering from an overdose