Layers (feat. Pusha T and Rick Ross) (Explicit)

Layers (feat. Pusha T and Rick Ross) (层次) (Explicit) - Royce da 5'9"/Pusha T/Rick Ross (里克·罗斯)
Look at you
No pleasure in creative thinking
Because you don't think creatively
Anymore
The real joy of being a human being
Is to be able to use your mind
In the manner that the almighty God
Has designed the human mind
To do
To do
To do
To do
Tug of war
And my mind's like a clash
Of the titans thoughts contrast
So it's layers to my writin'
God fearin' but I'm guy fisher
Yeah
God hearin' but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist
Drug dealer foreign car keys
Drop jewels so these falcons
Like the maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys
Now they homin'
Letters and numbers on the coupe
Like it's roman
Woo
All black like the omen
Kim said it
Yup big wrote it so
I'm feeling like a greek God
When I quote it
Light years ahead but
I was caught up in the moment
Moment of clarity
Moment of silence
Burner on my waist
Yet I'm saying stop the violence
Sitting on that white horse
Look at prince valiant
Dad shakes his head 'cause
The worst waste his talents
I philosophize
For them pitchfork scholars
Devil on my shoulder
And the pitchfork follows
Poking at my problems
I know how to solve 'em
With a ski
Mask automatic or revolver
Slave is one
Whose power and authority
Is ruled over by another
And whose sphere
Of freedom is limited
According to the wishes
Of a master
Your power and authority
Is ruled over by another
And your sphere
Of freedom of activity
Activity activity
Is governed by the wishes
Of somebody else
Them niggas wanna see me runnin'
They know I won't
They say misery loves company
No I don't
Ain't got no time for you to try
On no manolo blahniks
All I got time to do is
Go back in time and pose
With the unabomber
Just so I can
Go back in time a second
Time to photo bomb it
I live by a code of demonic
Illuminati obama hovanomics
Hold up
Hurdles in life
I hop in a turbo
And roll around 'em
I'm doug e fresh in the flesh
I beat box
I boo boo du du between
The sheets to seek the g spot
I'm in bed with three naked ladies
Holding hands
I'm in bed with three major labels
And I ain't talkin' 'bout
Wearing clothing brands
Underground locomotive man
Putting on a global show
That no promoter can
I philosophize with wise words
From learned lessons
In my world mistakes
Turns to blessings
The hate turned to destiny
I'm saying lord jesus
While the lord's most
Gorgeous creatures
Take turns blessing me
I got your baby momma
Down on all fours
When drama comin' I'm all for
It if it ain't about the money
Please let this be your last question
You players can jump if you want
But you half stepping
Like paul george
I make the yay invisible in
Like a day or two
That's how the players do
My ni**a there's layers to layers
First in science
First in technology
Wealthiest country on earth
Most powerful country on earth
Is twenty sixth in education
So
You have all been taken
And you don't even realize
That you have been dumbed
To the point
Where you are like sheep
Paranoid of poverty
Hustle was the philosophy
I seen a kilo
I swear it became a part of me
Lie cheat and steal
I had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on a ni**a
Still pulling strings
Hotel suites straight
Selling ni**a's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring
Was a water boy but balling
Always in my genes
Season ticket holder ni**a
Sitting with the team
Feds on the roof
Of the spreads in the juice
So suspicious of the cars
Tuitions for the schools
Labeled a mastermind
I positioned every move
Shots fired now the deposition
From the crew
Smooth operation
But the money came in knots
Forty million
There I dare you tell me what
I'm not
I own fifty homes and wanna
Get fifty more
Counting this fast money
And f**king my b**ches slow
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