[Chorus]
And I'm gonna treat you good
Ayy, baby
[Verse 1: Pusha T & Ab-Liva]
Real bars are the ill bars
These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods
My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs
What I did to door panels on them Windstars
Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates, it's new stash spots
The AC don't just ventilate, take over your blocks
Young niggas assimilate, we all break bread
Like going Dutch on a dinner date
The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches
The serial numbers don't match the gift boxes
The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe
The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé
Way more chemical than political
PTSD from what I did on the digital
It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual
Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal
[Chorus]
And I'm gonna treat you good
Ayy, baby
And I'm gonna treat you good
Ayy, baby
[Verse 1: Pusha T & Ab-Liva]
Real bars are the ill bars
These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods
My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs
What I did to door panels on them Windstars
Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates, it's new stash spots
The AC don't just ventilate, take over your blocks
Young niggas assimilate, we all break bread
Like going Dutch on a dinner date
The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches
The serial numbers don't match the gift boxes
The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe
The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé
Way more chemical than political
PTSD from what I did on the digital
It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual
Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal
[Chorus]
And I'm gonna treat you good
Ayy, baby
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