Blow/Funk Flex Freestyle Songtext
von Pusha T

(Pusha T is here)
(You remember the last time he came here)

Ah, come check it
Ah, ah, look
Unpolished, unapologetic
This cocaine cowboy pushed this to the limit

You saw Tony in that cell would have made us timid?
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin′ through the digits
Anythin' Spanish, got me speakin′ Spanglish
Money's universal, that's the only language

The dream ain′t die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who couldn′t deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both of mine home, let′s keep it real, niggas


My better half chose a better path, applaud him
Younger brother, me, a spoilt child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom
The California top just falls back like autumn (uh-huh)

And they say I′m on the verge of winnin'
I′ll claim victory when malice on the verge of sinnin'
Old habits die hard, the rainy-day bag buried in the backyard
It's heaven′ for a hustler, no graveyards

′Cause stand-up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burn us, ashes to ashes
Mix it with the powder, sell it to the masses
We gon′ keep it tight, rip it off the plastic
Now you celebrate, motherfuckers raise up your glasses
Push!

(You know who it is, you see us) yurgh, okay
(Pusha T) woo, (Funk Flex, okay?) Uh
Yeah (this is how we doin' in this shit, why not?)