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[Chorus - Pusha T] 
I ain't in to fat lippin, I'm in to gat grippin 
A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin 
Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittin 
The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten 
Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah 

[Verse 1 - Pusha T] 
All I wanted growing up was remote controls 
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope control 
Got ghetto corners choking slow 
Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh! 
This one's for my foes 
Find yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him! 
I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings 
It - is what it seems, just call me Jepeto! 
A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocket 
Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it 
I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah? 
Set it in a rhyme now the industry got pink eye 
Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram 
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so well? 
These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+ 
Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh! 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Malice] 
They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve 
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees 
Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve 
Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see 
Can't hide the truth, decendents of pain 
So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein 
My game weight grown, this is no fact 
When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome 
I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics 
Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards 
These are higher stakes, this is not average weight 
This is not pinching penny's b---h, this is carrot cake 
This is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros 
They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow 
But so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal' 
Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well" 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Pusha T] 
They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors 
Nigga don't make me open yours 
Seen hearts beat through, open sores 
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore 
Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit 
He who questions I is unfocused 
Copperfield flow yes! I'll make careers disappear 
Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push' 

[Malice] 
Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he? 
Who curse me, curse me? But doing me 
It hurts me so, puts me through changes 
So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!) 
Acts live, but only if you speak the language 
...And the rest is Comic View 
Star Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to? 
You don't want it with them boys, this I promice you, you pussy!

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