Run This Shit Re-Up Gang

[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
So grown on em, G4 flown on 'em
I'm Sherman Hemsley, George, when I stroll on 'em
On a track, scream like Rey Mo on 'em
But I'm back like a crow on 'em
Tarmac got the glow on 'em, summer flow on 'em
In the past, George Jung had blow on him
Dirt cheap, copped for the low-low on 'em
Lil Jon, get low on 'em
In the car with top off, I catch a cold on 'em
And the jewels like a show on 'em
But trust he got the phone on him
I put a nigga in the sky, see his soul on him, no consolin' 'em
Go hard or go home on 'em
Conquer the game with a goal on 'em, I'm so bold on 'em
Scold on em when I scroll on 'em, the best writer since Hov on 'em
Now that's Nirvana, Dave Grohl on 'em, the man, the music
To making a king, the crown, the heir to the throne on him

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Neighborhood P nigga, don't get it fucked up
36 O's, still do the front tuck
How could you ever think that rap had me pumped up
When that powder white come in by the dumptruck?
Hence my name and that six-figure chariot
The platinum chain, the charm full of fairy dust
Glow from the fist, either/or ,take a pic see
Each one of em right like ambidextrous wrists
We got it for cheap, that's the mantra
Nigga, fuck Zomba, I sell nose candy, Willy Wonka
Minus the top hat, take the top off of that
See my face, love my race, I'm young, gifted, and black
Rubber-band money, Pyrex full of crack
Surrounded by the re-up, what's fuckin' with that?
We speakin a language, bang this, platinum in the streets
Niggas love that I'm dope dealer famous