[Verse 1 - Pusha T]

I be the first one to bust, first one you lust

Experiential flows, that make our souls touch

When it comes to heat, 40-cally chrome clutch

Out the burning at 'cha teal-blue and guild up

Sorry no introduction, I was speedin'

First name Terror, first half the Clipse that leave you bleeding

Got phony rap cats, be actin' obsurd

Fake hardcore, and really y'all lovebirds

My dogs flip bricks and live in the suburbs

While y'all on the block sweatin' what the 'necks heard

Sick over this, like I had you sippin' on piss

Type thing I do to fake Dons, thinkin' it's Cris

My relations, love hate, my family, love hate

How you hold heat sideways, expect to shoot straight

My crib ADT nightly, with steel gates

And the only thing that separates us, drug weight



[Chorus - Pusha T] (Pharrell)

How can hear me out yo, what I'm talking 'bout yo

You don't want to get in this game

The world's my monopoly, wit' your bitch on top of me

You don't want to get in this game

So roll your dice (chicka-chicka-ah)

Tell me what you got, is it your ice (chicka-chicka-ah)

Or is it your life, do what's right (chicka-chicka-ah)

'Cause you can't roll twice

Safety's stuck, give a fuck, negotiating wit' price



[Verse 2 - Malice]

Malice, from the Clipse, laser tap with steel tips

Hold like two rubber grips, with snug fit

You know the type, money your 'wice, money your life

Or either at the club sippin' on Henny and nice

Shit, we pretty nice, own it at any price

Got them hardcore, wannabe thugs callin' on Christ

Yo, I run wit' common, who be dippin' on they bonds

Man, bullets and slugs, all the above wit' times ten

It can be love, like hugs