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King Push - Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude


Artist: Pusha T
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 2015

Crutches, Crosses, Caskets Lyrics - King Push - Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude - Pusha T

Yeah 

Uh-huh 

Beautiful evils 

Yeah 

Check me out 

 

Crutches, crosses, caskets 

Crutches, crosses, caskets 

All I see is victims 

My young niggas sic' 'em 

I don't get 'em 

I just get back their jewelry if I'm fuckin' with 'em 

Your man crush Mondays be owin' niggas 

My skin is triple black, I'm the omen 

You can't kill a God like the Romans 

Take my time to craft shit 

'Cause I don't like back and forths with Puff about rap shit 

 

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Crutches, crosses, caskets 

Crutches, crosses, caskets 

All I see is victims 

Rappers is victimized at an all-time high 

But not I, you pop niggas thought I let it fly 

I'm Yasiel Puig, I'm in another league 

I defected, only thing we have in common, niggas bleed 

In ya thousand dollar joggers as you rhyme about ya dollars 

Is there shame when a platinum rapper's mother lives in squalor? 

Mildred's in the Bahamas for the month 

She's probably sitting in her pajamas having lunch 

Swordfish, my reality is more fish 

Banana clips for all you Curious Georges 

Old niggas slapping young niggas 

Ha Imagine that, where you from nigga? 

 

Photos 

 

All I see is death by the masses 

The only asterisk is the change of address 

My infinity pool as long as Magic's 

Yeah I let Zillow change my pillows 

The home is so inviting, the Porsche is the armadillo 

The silhouette 

The pop, pop, pop; the chop, chop, chop 

The throwaway TEC's got Tourettes 

It's more than this drug money, I love money 

I speak to your soul and that's above money 

This the ministry of street energy 

The church of criminology, teaching my chemistries 

Woo I'm the L. Ron Hubbard of the cupboard 

To some certain motherfuckers gotta love it 

 

Crutches, crosses, caskets 

Crutches, crosses, caskets 

All I see is victims 

Crutches, crosses, caskets 

Crutches, crosses, caskets 

All I see is victims 

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