Rain Lyrics - Fear Of God - Pusha T

[Verse 1 - Pusha T] 

I'm only in the company of kings 

I made a power move and it's everything it seems 

Before Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams 

Standing on the shoulders of 20 thousand fiends 

Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit 

Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it 

F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A 

One letter short but still muthafuck the DA 

We play by the rules as they try to crack the code 

Combination locks to the kilo's that I hold 

Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete 

Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji 

You know where to find me, Greenhouse a circle of top whores 

Mandarin, Gansevoort, any of them top floors 

35 large, took it right out the top drawer 

Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw 

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[Hook - Pharrell Williams] 

It's like raid, spraying on you roaches 

The AK is an animal, it is ferocious 

A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest 

Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus 

Ring, ring a nigga won't sing 

Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean 

Ring, ring a nigga won't sing 

'less he is an insomniac he'll die in a dream 

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent] 

You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus 

Never bothered me, strong arm robbery 

I went from powdered Jelly donuts to taking them Os 

From my high school sweetheart to fucking more hoes 

Look I'm all grown up and I dun blown up 

Nigga ain't much changed, in fact, things are the same 

I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice the Ruger 

You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya 

I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood 

Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes 

I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy 

Drop Phantom is milky, white on white 

24 inch blades, I'm skatin', red eyes 

Smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan 

Nigga, surprise, 50 back on fire 

50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 3 - Pusha T] 

I sit with the liars, duct tape and tiers 

Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire 

Innocent faces with a shit load of priors 

Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers 

Deep sea dive for the fishscale 

Tryna find a better price, man that ship sailed 

Take a breath and head back if that shit failed 

Drop weight like an anchor then you set sail 

Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over 

Engine devil scream when I turn the key over 

Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller 

Bitches double team when I have my sleepovers 

Yeah, Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit 

This is tailor-made drug dealer theme music 

Test it on your tongue or either watch a fiend do it 

I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it