Show You How to Hustle Re-Up Gang

[Hook: Pusha T]
How you think I got it? The Benz, the hoes
The home, I stand on my own nigga, come on
How you think I got it? The watch, the chains
The Range, the fucking street fame

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Bitch I sell caine, rotate them chickens like a weather vane
The wind blow, it come and go, I'm hurricane
Listen again, I hurry caine, don't make me
Got to Miami and bury Wayne, now check it
I'm the same nigga, make a G off a key
You think it's small change? They never send less than 50
Now I'm factoring that they're gone by day three
So tell me what an 80-gram verse mean to me
Keep inflating your numbers, I somersault, rap wonder
Bread if I'm over your head, nigga, better than
Them halos and angels, my money flows through a triangle
The holder of the keys watch the price dangle

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
Powder in the rubble, I'll show you how to hustle
Rip that heart into a million pieces like a puzzle
I'm Mario Puzo, Godfather
Puppet string pull on them prices, quarter-backs, color huddle
It's never record, no, it's no rebuttal
That snow removal, no need for a shovel
When going got tough and the pressures got doubled
I shuddered and worked sitting clean in the recent
B-entley but how it preempts me
To go soft or hard-top, the sun te-mpts me
I adhere to my calling, Katrina with the cook
I flood the city like New Orleans, I'm too heavy so the levies break
Sitting on my money I'm stacking, I start to levitate
David Blaine, see through the top, I'm in the better space
Better place, hare and the tortoise, I'm at a better pace
Olympian, ran over niggas, we run a better race