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Hard Piano

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[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera,
She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor.
Set the parameters –
You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs.
I won’t let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid,
Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live?
Look at my new digs:
The rooftop can host a paint and sip for like 40,
The Warhols on my wall paint a war story.
Had to find other ways to invest,’Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks.
It’s a nightmare, yeah,
I’m too rare amongst all of this pink hair, woo!
Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick,
Tap, tap throw the phone if you hear it click.
Art Baselin’ the bezel,
Your bustdown is bust down and don’t match the metal.
Lower level’s where you settle at,
I’m the pot callin’ the kettle black,
Where there’s no brick peddles at
Between God and where the Devil’s at.
Had to double dutch and double back,
Then hopscotch through where the trouble’s at.
Exactly what the game’s been missin’,
This fire burns hot as Hell’s Kitchen, Push!
[Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams]
Now that’s how the team go, I’m back from Santo Domingo!
That’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo!
Now that’s how the team go, back from Santo Domingo!’Cause that’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo!
That’s where the kings go!
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters.
From Honda Accords to Grammy awards, yo!
I can blow a million dollars into dust,
Lord knows how many bottles I’ve done bust,
Still runnin’ through the models like I’m Puff,
Confront my problems like I’m Ralo in the Bluff.
Pusha know these politics is paradox,
Chillin’ in a condo full of ready rock,
My homie amputated, but gon’ stand for something,
I’m dyin’ to find a way to get a Grammy from it.
Maybach Music!
Watchin’ my success for some is bittersweet,
Always keep the sharpshooter’s triggers tweaked,
Diamonds drippin’ on me via Tiffany’s,
All these K-9 units still sniffin’ me.
Ignorance versus the innocence,
It’s not the temperature for you in Timberlands,
I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat,
And you can spot my hoes by their car keys.
Another episode full of atrocities,
It’s double M, baby, money monopolies,
Maybach Music!
You scared to see my face in a fancy place,
So I debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace.
It’s flesh and blood ’til I’m fresh as fuck,
Still hands-on, sucker, press your luck.
Your money gone every other month,
My money long so the treasure’s tucked.
[Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams]
Now that’s how the team go, I’m back from Santo Domingo!
That’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo!
Now that’s how the team go, back from Santo Domingo!’Cause that’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo!
That’s where the kings go!