Suicide Lyrics - My Name Is My Name - Pusha T

Yeah... I just ordered one my nigga 

Yeah... 

I'm still a snow mover, blow harder than tuba 

Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers 

Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the NASDAQ 

In that glass back, the motor is the ass crack 

I'm still feeding divas like I feed the meter 

Holy Father to 'em, I ain't talking Jesus neither 

Balance on the scale, I ain't a Libra either 

I'm just a name and a number with the means to reach ya 

Grim Reaper, him cheaper, him chief of 

His army, MCM on gym sneakers 

You knowin' that hymn better, he been preaching 

You motherfuckers is bloodsuckers you been leeching 

Been baller, been Jacob, been dealer 

Been realer, pound sign, been trilla 

All killer, no filler, been iller 

Fraud niggas you Zoolander, Ben Stiller 

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When it comes to shooters my niggas is trained to go 

And they gettin' practice on bitches who breaking codes 

35 hundred, just point and give them a name 

They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same 

You don't know me nigga, fuck out my way 

Between renter and a homeowner 

Hip Hop, we can cover any rolling stoner 

Louboutins I heist nigga, or that bitch Winona 

Stop comparing me to rappers cause they in their moment 

Might of crossed the name brand every blue 

But these brand names to a brand owner isn't new 

Don't make us equal cause we shared a bitch or two 

She ain't the angel that you think, she reincarnated too 

I build mine off fed time and dope lines 

You caught steam off headlines and co-signs 

Young niggas cliquing up with my rivals 

Like the bible don't burn like these bullets don't spiral 

Like I can't see the scene that you mirror in your idol 

But a pawn's only purpose is completely suicidal 

Oh, suicide, it's a suicide 

I'm just talking to the world like it's you and I 

Photos 

Nothing but cash here, this sweater is cashmere 

The roof is a translucent, it's nothing but glass there 

The car is a concept, what's next is my last year 

My future is bright hot, you never can last here 

I'm top 5, listen, who hot in the past year? 

Five heartbeats and I'm feeling like Flash here 

Cause what I captured is the beast unleashed in the pasture 

Story of the sheep and the wolves I un-master 

Fifty in the liquor, unwrapped 'em 

Unpacked, powder rise and it fall like Sebastian 

Telfair, tailor-made suits hand crafted 

Over Bottega Veneta, high tops unfastened 

S550 drop top is unimaginable 

To my hand drop and then he unattached it 

Practice it, nigga brick, break down, break dance 

Crab walk, back spin, tanner than my black skin