[Chorus: The-Dream]
Creep up on these n***as, creep up on these n***as
Speak up on these n***as, speak up on a n***a
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
N***as ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious
Amen

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it's easy actin' like Mitch
"Paid In Full" was more than readin' a script
Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter
Fillin' all standin' orders
Would you question could I swim if you saw me walkin' on water?
Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance
Yuugh, I'm drug money like Dapper Dan
No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters
We all know I did it; Rodriguez
The illusion of money we don't believe in
You ask me, Tyga lookin' like a genius
I'm Kim Jong of the crack song
Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem
Woo, the revolution will be televised
'Cause we done seen it all and they tellin' lies, ah
[Chorus: The-Dream]
Creep up on these n***as, creep up on these n***as
Speak up on these n***as, speak up on a n***a
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
N***as ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious
Amen

[Verse 2: Pusha T & The-Dream]
You rather be more famous than rich (Amen)
Play your role, it's easy being my bitch
It's only right for a queen to floss your shit
Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist
The minimums, n***as ain't synonyms
Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers
Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits
Street millionaires rub shoulders
And laugh at bitches fuckin' promoters
Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus
What'd you fuck him for if you didn't know what the goal was?
Shine, remote control blinds
That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad, ahh
My living room rap scream crack money
I don't trust rap n***as or rap money
See this air hole tech and get rat from me
[Chorus: The-Dream]
Creep up on these n***as, creep up on these n***as
Speak up on these n***as, speak up on a n***a
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
N***as ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious
Amen

[Verse 3: Pusha T & The-Dream]
N***as talkin' it, but ain't living it (Amen)
Two years later admitting it, all them n***as is renting shit
They ask why I'm still talking dope, why not?
The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà
They say it's hate, but it's these well-dressed snakes
That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it
Yuugh, you ain't know, you got coached through it
Woo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it
Haa, the whole time I sold coke through it
N***a, and records I was Bo through it
King Push is synonymous with kingpin
Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him
Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard
Ugh, this is O-Dog in the courtyard, yeah
You wonder why I'm still here
I'm America's worst nightmare, night-night, n***a
[Chorus: The-Dream]
Creep up on these n***as, creep up on these n***as
Speak up on these n***as, speak up on a n***a
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
N***as ain't been to church in a minute
But it's funny how that TEC make a n***a get religious
Amen

[Outro: The-Dream]
Amen
Hey
Waving at these n***as
Voila