Songwriter: Pusha T No Malice
Producer: Dame Grease
[Hook]
Smile for the camera
Smile for the camera
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Shout out to Lil' Squillie, shout out to Rap King
Shout out to Tony G, nigga we the fucking team
Shout out to Manuel, shout out to Buck Fever
Death before dishonor dollars never come between us
Shout out to Shawn Grimes, shout out to May May
Shout out to O. G., niggas known for gunplay
Shout out to Liva-don, Re-Up Gang forever
My only mission is to make these millions together
Shout out to Lil' Sean, shout out to Willie Freeman
The rumor has it it's 'bout 8 figures in that ceiling
We built this city off rock-and-roll
The last man standing avoiding the narcs' patrol
Yuugh! The word is I'm on fire
I stop, drop, and roll when the connect retires
Till The Casket Drops, that's what I mean by it
The game vowed to bury a million or die trying
Some hit the gold, a few hit the hole
The rest riding 'round like they half-Eskimo
Blow lines the walls of the trunks and the fenders
School of hard knocks, my IQ is Mensa
Genius, the corner sewn like seamstress
Mixed pure with Arm-and-Hammer, sold it to 'em seamless
Like Midget Molley, I crown myself King homie
Solitaires sit in that grey bezel like Rolly Pollies
You niggas don't know me, know me
So much white in the kitchen, I'm screaming Holy, Moly
[Hook]
[Verse 2: No Malice]
I'm like Rockwell -- somebody's always watching
Aside from the cops, niggas is plotting
I'mma get the drop, pick niggas like cotton
They know I'm trusty with the weight so I spot 'em
Wishful thinking, wolf crying they got 'em
We cross every T, and every I, we dot 'em
Before we snitch, we burn it down like Sodom
And still say nothing, even in Hell's bottom
Navigate the slalom, never are we divided
We linked at the hip like Olympic Rings, united
Let's toast to rich niggas that's like-minded
Checking my Frank Mueller valuable, my time is
So take a flick, check the logo
So you know what you looking at, is a mogul
Paparazzi, got me under they focal
Play Cloths, SoHo, Japan, homes I'm global
[Hook]
Smile for the camera
Smile for the camera
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Shout out to Lil' Squillie, shout out to Rap King
Shout out to Tony G, nigga we the fucking team
Shout out to Manuel, shout out to Buck Fever
Death before dishonor dollars never come between us
Shout out to Shawn Grimes, shout out to May May
Shout out to O. G., niggas known for gunplay
Shout out to Liva-don, Re-Up Gang forever
My only mission is to make these millions together
Shout out to Lil' Sean, shout out to Willie Freeman
The rumor has it it's 'bout 8 figures in that ceiling
We built this city off rock-and-roll
The last man standing avoiding the narcs' patrol
Yuugh! The word is I'm on fire
I stop, drop, and roll when the connect retires
Till The Casket Drops, that's what I mean by it
The game vowed to bury a million or die trying
Some hit the gold, a few hit the hole
The rest riding 'round like they half-Eskimo
Blow lines the walls of the trunks and the fenders
School of hard knocks, my IQ is Mensa
Genius, the corner sewn like seamstress
Mixed pure with Arm-and-Hammer, sold it to 'em seamless
Like Midget Molley, I crown myself King homie
Solitaires sit in that grey bezel like Rolly Pollies
You niggas don't know me, know me
So much white in the kitchen, I'm screaming Holy, Moly
[Hook]
[Verse 2: No Malice]
I'm like Rockwell -- somebody's always watching
Aside from the cops, niggas is plotting
I'mma get the drop, pick niggas like cotton
They know I'm trusty with the weight so I spot 'em
Wishful thinking, wolf crying they got 'em
We cross every T, and every I, we dot 'em
Before we snitch, we burn it down like Sodom
And still say nothing, even in Hell's bottom
Navigate the slalom, never are we divided
We linked at the hip like Olympic Rings, united
Let's toast to rich niggas that's like-minded
Checking my Frank Mueller valuable, my time is
So take a flick, check the logo
So you know what you looking at, is a mogul
Paparazzi, got me under they focal
Play Cloths, SoHo, Japan, homes I'm global
[Hook]
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