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'Let God Sort Em Out' is the fourth studio album dropped on 7.11.2025 by hip-hop duo and brothers Pusha T and Malice. With features from Pharrell Williams, Nas, Kendrick Lamar and so many more. 










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tracklist: 
1. the birds don't sing ft. john legend & voices of fire
2. chains & whips ft. kendrick lamar 
3. p.o.v ft. tyler, the creator 
4. so be it
5. ace trumpets 
6. all things considered ft. the-dream & pharrell williams 
7. m.t.b.t.t.f 
8. e.b.i.t.d.a ft. pharrell williams 
9. f.i.c.o. ft. stove god cooks 
10. inglorious bastards ft. ab-liva
11. so far ahead ft. pharrell williams
12. let got sort em out/chandeliers ft. nas
13. by the grace of god ft. pharrel williams

Pusha T & Malice & Clipse 'Let God Sort Em Out' Album

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Lyrics
P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?

All I see is 60 day stars and 20 year thousandaires
Not enough shoppin’, whole lot of browsingaires
My reinvention, I know you thinkin’ how’s it fair
You stream kings but you never fit a crowd in there
Supreme team, parallels when the powder clears
I seen things that I’m still not even proud to share
You Zeus network *, you hear me loud and clear
Get these fifty five hundred a hosting * out of here
Sand color Rolls Royce, we like Saudis here
The only Audi here is driven by my au pair
Ghostface with the wrist, bird falconaire
Willy Falcon, trunk full of talcum here
Shotgun wit’ ya ex, feels like Malcolm’s near
Send a hit though a text, ain’t no shoutin’ here
Bypass M.I.A., too much crowd in there
I spent summers wit’ connects, love that mountain air

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?

Yeah, OK
Call me Mr. Brella how I weather the storm
F40, 3 milly, I peel off like an orange
I got deaf and blind * trying to see what it do
Little feature, * threaten to sue me
Tell your lawyer to set the fee
LaFerrari doors open up like its therapy
That number ain’t bread to me
That million is crumbs
You * is bums
I’m not a tough guy
I’m a Flower Boy, them bees get you stung
Oh, nah, nah, nah
Yeah, they will buzz for me
you tricky * puzzle me
I could never buy a * a Birkin cause she * me
I got homes I ain’t sleep in, the options
My * Push keep dirty white moving like mosh pits
They watching
I’m like white * the way I pop *
I need God to play the lead in my biopic
The curse of the zeros
When you become the Devil or the tap dancing negro
I came to terms that I’ma probably outgrow my heroes
Come get with me

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?

If they had to weigh the operation, call it obese
I mix it like Mahomes, then I tell ‘em go deep
The rag top drop, playin’ hide and go seek
The Bentley leather match the piping, that’s the Motif
Just to think I built a rap career off an oz.
I’m watchin’ new * rap just to O.D.
If I didn’t give you both sides, I wouldn’t be me
I was the only one to walk away and really be free
As far as I’m concerned, I do really be he
I can open up my closet with a skeleton key
If I lie to myself, I can sell it to me
I done sung along with rappers I never believed
Came back for the money, that’s the Devil in me
Had to hide it from the church, that’s the Jekyll in me
I never thought twice what pressure would be
Cause * chains look just like oppression to me

P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 mil behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content then they tries that
Run these jewels, there’s rules
I don’t buy back
I’ve topped all these lists
Where’s my prize at?



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Pusha T, Clipse, Tyler, The Creator, Malice - P.O.V. (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
I remember late nights, pissy hallways
Driving me psycho
The money wouldn’t come fast enough
We was back and forth, down streamline
Moving weight was like lipo
The rest of y’all stuck in a rut
* double crossing, talk behind ya back
See, that’s where the knife go
I guess they wasn’t * wit’ us
Some * get the luck of the draw
For others, life is a dice roll
And waiting on faith ain’t for us
When you young, you realize that you can’t trust a mouth where the pipe go
They tried but couldn’t love you enough
Dance music on my neck
Where’s your water bottle?
Diamonds, the light show
Looking like the sun in the club
If you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O.
I’m talkin’ 850 or bust
See you really real power when you make * balance on tight ropes
They know they not much for the blood
Have my man shoot ya block
I’ma send his * far as the flight go
Ain’t worried ‘bout ducking a judge
Keep frontin’ for ya *
Cause any minute repo might show
You know that * up in a month
Heard your man was in there singing for his life
They was calling him maestro
Cause time that heavy can crush
When you pay a * back, like it’s layaway, whispering “die slow”
The last words you hear in the trunk

You don’t know what I know
You ain’t seen what I saw, no
You ain’t been where I go
Wit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closed
My shooter turn you inside out
I heard the Feds turned the crib inside out
Drop the roof on you *, let the inside out
Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out

Go get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistline
Both sticks came with the drum
I was 5’6”, shoulder with a chip
Wish a * to take mine
Index yanked till it’s numb
Used to call me Windex ‘cause this thing I spray gon’ make you change minds
I done seen Hercules run
We was powerlifting 2.2’s
Nah, we ain’t throw gang signs
My brick walk was second to none
I would have them take a number like DMV
That was the baseline
Checkout on register one
Miami * like Big Perm ‘cause they numbers was Faizon
Cubans showed me nothing but love
When it come down to it, every Stringer Bell just needs an Avon
Who won’t sweep it under the rug
On the road, with a load, *, break line
I knew where to place mine
I don’t keep the gun in the glove
Hit the turnpike with the running lights that be on in the daytime
Cause K9’s sniff out a crumb
Hands 3 and 9 on the wheel as I’m crossing the state line
Dumb, ditty, dumb, ditty, dumb
Survival of the fittest
You either get acquitted or face time
I done had an infamous run
My story gon’ hit the first 48
Then it’s on Dateline ‘cause this really * I’d done

You don’t know what I know
You ain’t seen what I saw, no
You ain’t been where I go
Wit’ a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit’ one eye closed
My shooter turn you inside out
I heard the Feds turned the crib inside out
Drop the roof on you *, let the inside out
Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook ‘em till they inside out


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Pusha T, Clipse, Stove God Cooks, Malice - F.I.C.O. (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
How I’m doing?
All things considered
Let’s be specific
My mama cheek, I miss it
I wanna kiss it
Nige asking for siblings
I know he meant it
V miscarried, we hid it
I’m glad he missed it
Hunnid thousand a “maybe”
You stick wit’ it
(Again, again)
Preorder the strollers
Our face in it
(Again, again)
I pays for my stork wit’ the baby in it
If the sky’s not your limit, you’ll never get it
Turn * statistics, I’m so sadistic
So religious, that’s so Malicious
No division, still snow magicians
Blitzing * for riches like fourth and inches
Pay attention and listen, the snake’s hissin’
* is writing’ statements and say they didn’t
Dream of taking you down, the hate hittin’
Wanna show you around but they J Prince’ing

Richard’s replace all the Pasha’s
Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
* I look like tryna borrow
Blow a budget like * it
We gon’ tuck it till it all falls down
When this chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

All things considered, I been forgiven
I done packed the blizzard in Honda Civic’s
Took fatherless women and showed ‘em living
Left Mama the children, it take a village
Writings was on the wall, like hieroglyphics
My circle split up the pie, that’s long division
When Jada was asking “Why?”
I saw the vision
My homies that didn’t die was all in prison
Visits behind the glass, my mirror image
Skin is blemished
Names was mentioned
Explains the sentence
The pain is endless
Identifying the body, it takes forensics
Guns, Czechoslovakian
It starts and ends it
The only sin left is to flirt with vengeance
Made my exit just to make my entrance
Revolving door, maybe I can make a difference

Richard’s replace all the Pasha’s
Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
* I look like tryna borrow
Blow a budget like * it
We gon’ tuck it till it all falls down
When this chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

Life or death are simple formalities
Ain’t no way around it
You can poison the world and technicalities
Ain’t no way around it
It’s genocide when pawns read the headlines
The kingdom of truth can never outlive a lie
They’ll come for your king but the throne survives
Unleash the queen
Take ‘em dead or alive
Pyro, pyrex
I see, iris
Violins of violence
Either way it was worth the suspense

I've considered all things



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Pusha T, Clipse, The-Dream, Pharrell Williams - All Things Considered (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
It’s always the loudmouths that can’t count
The right price, I put the AR in the saint’s mouth (talk about it)
Bring all the watches and the chains out
Heat come, I’m De Niro, I got the safe house
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Surrounded by * with tears that don’t drip
(Talk about it)
That ain’t the ghost that you appear to go get
Finally got the courage but you still a whole *
The rest of y’all on my six year ago *
Every move intentional, the links is atypical
Like baseball in D.R., you know what the stick’ll do
(This is culturally inappropriate)
We got the drop on your shadow
You know we can get to you
The pen to express my dreams and expertise
And TEC’s I squeeze
Coke spots all over like leprosy
It’s a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you see
Got every single word of the hex I need
The death I breathe, the death I see
Looks so good on ya, the coffin wood on ya
Closed casket cause I’m only siccing wolves on ya
Berlinetta horse power, put them hooves on ya
Blow a half a mil in LV leather goods on ya
We been doing this for eons
While you thirsty trying to figure out who you can spill the tea on
I’m in coffee fields making mil’s
You get the chills ‘cause this * is real
Now let me ribbon bowtie your surprise
The feeling that you get when you realize
It was really you that died and we are so alive
Conspiracy theory, you can’t believe it’s us
Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush
Dead on your back with your eyes looking up
Chandeliers
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place
* speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenate
Hip-hip into its newest place
Made it cool for Grammy nominated LP’s from previous generation MC’s
And that rings loud and reverberates
It’s not fair to them, I’m thinking I deserve the hate
Bring it, the only thing you killing is precious time
Used to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf and blind
So cancel me before I unleash the “Panther” me
The pantheon is a family, we some upstanding G’s
The difference between regular spitters and bosses
My principles’ high
You need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbit
Tape sabbaticals on avenues
Bring AK’s on vacay’s when we paddle canoes
Follow the leader, Terminator
Hasta la vista, man of the year
Nasir, rockin' chandeliers


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Pusha T, Clipse, Nas, Malice - Let God Sort Em Out/Chandeliers (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
Lost in emotion, Mama’s youngest
Tryna navigate life without my compass
Some experience death and feel numbness
But not me, I felt it all and couldn’t function
Seeing you that day
Telling you my plans but I was leaving you that day
It was in God’s hands
Ye was at Elon’s waiting to get wit’ me
On my way to Texas, that’s when Virginia hit me
And I realized in that instant
Our last conversation, you was against it
Told you I was going to Turks for Thanksgiving
I heard what I wanted to hear but didn’t listen
You said you told Gene that Bup needed forgiveness
I see you went to DD’s and stuffed both her fridges
You even told Dad you wish y’all never splitted
See you were checking boxes
I was checking my mentions
Saying you were tired but not ready to go
Basically was dying without letting me know
I love you met Nige, hate that he won’t remember you
Two things that break my heart is what November’s do
And T follows you, now mind you
DD calls you, Gene finds you
Was that your vision?
Precision
While I’m reminiscing
It all hits different, Ma listen

The birds don’t sing (yeah)
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (pain)
The birds don’t sing (ooh)
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (oh, they screech in pain)
The birds don’t sing
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain

Your car was in the driveway
I knew you were home
By the third knock a chill ran through my bones
The way you missed Mama, I guess I shoulda known
Chivalry ain’t dead, you ain’t let her go alone
Found you in the kitchen, scriptures in the den
Half written texts that you never got to send
Combing through your dresser drawer, where do I begin?
Posting notes Bible quotes, were you preparing then?
I can hear your voice now, I can feel your presence
Asking should I rap again, you gave me your blessing
The way you spelled it out, there’s an L in every lesson
Boy, you owe it to the world
Let your mess become your message
Shared you with my friends, the Pops they never had
You lived for our fishing trips, damn, I had a dad
Mine taught discipline, mine taught structure
Mine didn’t mind when he had to pull a double
Mine worked overtime, smiled through the struggle
Cause mine wouldn’t let us feel what he had to suffer
See mine made sure he had every base covered
So imagine his pain finding base in the cupboard
Birds don’t sing if the words don’t sting
Your last few words in my ear still ring (ohh)
You told me that you loved me, it was all in your tone (oh, ooh)
I love my two sons was the code to your phone, now you home

Ohh
The birds don’t sing (no, they don’t)
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (don’t the truth ruin it, now it feels different when they
doing it)
Pain, pain
The birds don’t sing (no, they don’t and they won’t)
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain (they don’t sing, they just screech in pain, it’s a cycle,
they do that * over and over again)
Pain
(Ooh-ah)
The birds don’t sing
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain
(All the birds, they screech in pain)
(Oohh-ah)
The birds don’t sing
(Yeah)
The birds don’t sing, they screech in pain
(Oh no, oh no, they don’t, no)

Remember those who lost their mothers and fathers
And make sure that every single moment that you have with them
You show them love
You show them love
You’ll see

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Pusha T, Clipse, John Legend, Voices of Fire - The Birds Don't Sing (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
No confessions, questions, we contestin’
Fireworks’ll send a message, iridescent
Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in
At your door when we address him, we gon’ bless him
Tried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lesson
Poker faces keep ‘em guessin’, no expression
Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression
What’s a Testarossa if you don't test ‘em?
Ain’t your * unless you joystick undress ‘em
My presence, your pleasure
Peasants, he’s pressure
I been knee deep, ki deep
We at ZZ’s, me and Lee Lee
Get you fronted for the summer so easy
The snow alone, fill up a mobile home
My * name ring like mobile phones and no one’s home
White back to back Rolls at my gates
White slavemaster souls in my safe
White python Manolo is the taste
She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face
Twist and turn, these guns blitz and burn
Too many flip and turn, had to get rich to learn
Uh
The Bezos of the nasal, that’s case closed
Got a team full of J. Bo’s on they toes
* measly, cheap as Riesling
Believe me
I can tell because your * look needy

She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate
Half price when the blow’s in the crates means
More ice for the Mo’s and the Ace
Made a million off a flow to the nase
* saying that it wont just a phase
911 Turbo with the glaze
Top dollars poking holes in the case

All you keyboard killers in your feelings
Mad you aint trending
Mad, got you trickin’ on your women
Mad I don't hit ‘em, I just spin ‘em
Gunning and I’m grinning
In a Bugatti in my denim
This is the result of my vision
React with precision
But God only knows my intention
But selling dope is a religion
The hammer’s in position
I can show * the difference
You * is screenwriters, we dream writers
Took change and touched chains like King Midas
Imitation is flattery, they seem like us
But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas
My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us
D class in my ears now let me see you bite it
She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
I’m talkin’ ‘96 Hov with base

She want Mike Tyson blow to the face
Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate
Half price when the blow’s in the crates means
More ice for the Mo’s and the Ace
Made a million off a flow to the nase
* saying that it wont just a phase
911 Turbo with the glaze
Top dollars poking holes in the case

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Pusha T, Clipse, Malice - M.T.B.T.T.F. (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
The Devil’s tapping on shoulders
He’s tryna get to know ya
The right time to fold ya
I’m losing saints and my soldiers
It’s all Lodi Dodi till you looking at the body
Smiles I’ll never see again
Never be a “we” again
Cleaning out your closet
The one you kept your demons in
Hard for me to breathe again
I’ma blame your head, not your heart
Till we meet again
Easily I coulda been one of them
Locked up and never get to see the sun again
Burning buildings, I kept running in
The allure every time I flew a hunnid in
Codefendant cave in and lawyers couldn’t save him
All for the love of 580’s and a mixed * having ya baby
I done dodged strays crazy
Man, I think about this * daily

When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?
You face the cards, I lace the squad
Went from mason jars to crepe tartare’s
Escape the odds by the Grace of God

I seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall
I watched many men die cause no one would make the call
I’ve seen entire empires crumble and fall
Yes, I’ve seen it all
They missed this wall
By the Grace of God

All the black cats I seen
All the black MAC’s I squeezed
All the black crows I dreamed
Even the black cloud hovering
Couldn’t touch me in the bulletproof Cullinan
Tears on my pillow case
Was I spitting in yo’ face
When you let me beat that case (ha)
Some * see the money, can’t make it (can’t make it)
Some * get the money, can’t take it (can’t take it)
Gotta realize that they was naked (naked)
Was I cooking death when I was baking (uh)
Salt bae it, sprinkle it and sauté it (shhh)
You don’t trust me then we all weigh it
And it ain’t over till we all say it
And you ain’t shooting *, them guns are archaic
In closing, I see I’m chosen
All my pressure points frozen
You know how it goes

When the crew breaks apart, who takes the charge?
You face the cards, I lace the squad
Went from mason jars to crepe tartare’s
Escape the odds by the Grace of God

I seen killers and kingpins sing behind the wall
I watched many men die cause no one would make the call
I’ve seen entire empires crumble and fall
Yes, I’ve seen it all
They missed this wall
(Yeah)
By the Grace of God



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Pusha T, Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Malice - By The Grace Of God (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you * are behind
Behind
You can’t see it from where you sitting (*)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching is
So far ahead (so far), you * are behind
Behind

Swerving through the lane, serving * cane
Still ain’t never hit a pothole
If I was Brittney Griner, I’ma need Obama
Only one to swap is Chapo
Furthest from the streets, Monica, Denise
Good * * with Rocco’s
Put ‘em in them cars, hanging out with stars
Now it’s hard to tell they not *
Your codefendant claim immunity
It was you and he, how’d you not know
Unless he leaving court in a Bentley Sport
Just to meet you on a yacht, though
Understand the art of war
All my * draw, so we all Picassos
Me just being me, respect to PnB
I prolly never eat at Roscoe’s
Million ways to live, million ways to die
Millions stuffed in an auto
Million ways to wash it, million ways to stop it
Pray for me cause we not, though
Best believe, I can whip a Christmas Eve with some work in a hot stove
They done took it all, praying that he fall
No more questions ‘bout Gestapo

They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you * are behind
Behind

* tried to sneeze at the blessing
“How could I just leave?” was the question
Whistle blowers left me no choice
Ain’t no referees up in Heaven
No mistaking me for the reverend
Ushering the money, my confession
How your pastor whip a Rolls Royce?
That was me pre 9/11
Look at me post Armageddon
Walking with my dog, I am legend
The grass is greener on each side
I done been both Mason Betha’s
I done been at both intersections
I done pulled Ocean 11’s
Even when the well ran dry
I done raised quotes in the desert
Tried to hide the dope in the message
Like we did the coke in the Lexus
Same hands I used to whip work
See me turn ‘em both into blessings
AMG the spokes for the extras
Only way to cope with the pressure
When you feel you in too deep
Let God take the wheel like a Tesla

They don’t know what it is when I’m on it
But once they figure it out, I don’t want it
So far ahead, you * are behind
Behind
You can’t see it from where you sitting (*)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stitching is
So far ahead (so far), you * are behind
Behind


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Pusha T, Clipse, Pharrell Williams, Malice - So Far Ahead (Official Audio)

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Lyrics
When we are together, we got power
We have shifted from having a seizure
About what the man got, to seizing what we need
Burn, baby, burn!

Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is
With an apron that’s whiter than the Pope’s is
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Spread distribution, wide open
Now all the smokers call him Moses
Heron browner than baby roaches
Got your * bent over like scoliosis
Watching Tiafoe with the Open
That’s the only back and forth that I’m posting
We really netted what we grossing
By the way, I’m writin’ this on an ocean
(This is culturally inappropriate)
By the way, this anchor’s really frozen
By the way, the sinkers being loaded
Cause by the way, this thinker’s really chosen
Head halo’ing
Seated in a late foreign
Name a * who ain’t going
Two tone with the Royce rolling
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Just a glimpse what the boy holding
Knocking over all you toy soldiers
One plus four acres, no neighbors
I remember the days of no cable
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Colombian stallions in a stable
With natural titties and no navels
Only work getting done is on the table
Death to skimmers and shavers
I’m allergic to anything other than money behavior

Inglorious, victorious
Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious
Tell me is we trafficking or trickin’
Somebody gotta show me the difference

Stand on every word whenever I wrote *
Under my boots, *, nothin’ but goat *
(This is culturally inappropriate)
I was fine getting rich under their noses
Today, a * celebrate to ya and post it
Saltwater tears, cooked with sodium
McLaren hypercar, no petroleum
Back then, hid work under linoleum
That thinking got me standing on this podium
Chop the roof off, * this coupe talk
A Virginia * driving in New York
(This is culturally inappropriate)
State trap ducking
My tints was too dark
The money’s in a trailer car
* what you thought

Been playin’ in the snow like Rudolph
In that 2 door, roof helping me cool off
Chains on me like Slick Rick the Ruler
Seats white but the 6 blacker than Umar
* trying to stop my play, Parisian nights
Private rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons right
Lou Vuitton, hug my arms
Scribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm
(This is culturally inappropriate)
The chauffeurs are made
Flights are chartered
The villas in the hills are paved
Blood is spilled, ring finger, names engraved
Shirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are waved

Inglorious, victorious
Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious
(This is culturally inappropriate)
Tell me is we trafficking or trickin’
Somebody gotta show me the difference


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Pusha T, Clipse, Ab-Liva, Malice - Inglorious Bastards (Official Audio)

Stream “So Be It”: https://ffm.to/letgodsortemout

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Lyrics
16,000 square
8 million up there, 2 million down here

When I was born, Grandmama could see it
I be Bentley driven and very strategic
R.M. sleeve, no diamonds are needed
Floors are heated, so be it, so be it
* wit’ P, get something immediate
Your soul don’t like your body, we help you free it
Then we wait for TMZ to leak it
It ain’t no secret, so be it, so be it

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it

C-L-I-P-S-E, epi
8 ball, LV
I can show you how to bust a brick if you let me
I monogram like confetti
Switches ready
She leaning on Celine cause she ain’t stepping in Giuseppe
Catch a buck 50 like each Pirelli
I got 8 of ‘em, call me Andretti
If I’m not in the telly selling the yeti
Then I’m twirling your * like she in spaghetti
Heavy, circle back and come and get this Kelly
And your ears too if you want ‘em blue like Belly
Lotta jetting, Prada bedding
911’s, I’m the who’s who with what’s what
Papa heaven
* around and get your body traced tryna test me
Cause * that I’m wit’ like to draw when it’s sketchy
If they catch me, don’t forget me
Resurrect me
Buy a dog tag the same place that they baguette me
Ski
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it

You cried in front of me
You died in front of me
Calabasas took your * and your pride in front of me
Her Utopia had moved right up the street
And her lip gross was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eat
The net gon’ call it the way that they see it
But I got the video, I can share and A.E. it
They wouldn’t believe it but I can’t unsee it
Lucky I ain’t TMZ it
So be it, so be it
(This is culturally inappropriate)

Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it, So be it


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