Hard Piano

  • Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera
    She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor
    Set the parameters
    You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs
    I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
    Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live?
    Look at my new digs
    The rooftop can host a paint and sip for like forty
    The Warhols on my wall paint a war story
    Had to find other ways to invest
    'Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks
    It's a nightmare, yeah
    I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh
    Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick
    Tap tap, throw the phone if you hear it click
    Art Baselin' the bezel
    Your bustdown is bust down and don't match the metal
    Lower level's where you settle at
    I'm the pot callin' the kettle black
    Where there's no brick peddles at
    Between God and where the Devil's at
    Had to double dutch and double back
    Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at
    Exactly what the game's been missin'
    This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen, Push

    Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
    That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    Now that's how the team go, back from Santo Domingo
    This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters
    'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    From Honda Accords to Grammy awards

    I can blow a million dollars into dust (That's where the kings go)
    Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust
    Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff
    Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff
    Pusha know these politics is paradox
    Chillin' in a condo full of ready rock
    My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin'
    I'm dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music)
    Watchin' my success for some is bittersweet
    Always keep the sharpshooter's triggers tweaked
    Diamonds drippin' on me, V in Tiffany's
    All these K-9 units still sniffin' me
    Ignorance versus the innocence
    It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands
    I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat
    And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
    Another episode full of atrocities
    It's double M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music)
    You scared to see my face in a fancy place
    So I debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace
    It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck
    Still hands on, sucker, press your luck
    Your money gone every other month
    My money long so the treasure's tucked

    Now that's how the team go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
    That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    Now that's how the team go, back from Santo Domingo
    'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    That's where the kings go Writer/s: Terrence Thornton, Tony Williams, Charles Wright, Kanye Omari West, William Leonard II Roberts
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes
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