Pusha Man
Chance The Rapper Lyrics

Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage
After ten days, all I have to show for my time is fancy shoes, concert tickets, and drivers with bad tempers.

Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, old ways
Even though things have changed, I still have the same catchphrase and I'm sticking to my old habits.

Still gotta letterman, no practice Still gotta burner man, no lacking
I still have a Letterman jacket even though I'm no longer in school, and I still carry a gun even though I don't need it.

Still outtin Jams nigga, no Jackson No Jordan and we toe-tagging
I'm still selling drugs and making money, but I don't have the fame or the fortune of Michael Jordan, and our victims end up dead.

I'll take you to land, where the lake made of sand And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance And the money ain't yours
I can take you to a place where nothing is as it seems, where what you expect is not what you get and the money is not really yours.

Now its just a red pill Got a blue and a hand full of Advils I'm the new Nitty, fuck it Nitty the the old me
I'm taking the red pill from The Matrix and I have some painkillers, but I'm also becoming a new and better version of myself.

So Ima tell the buyer what Nitty told me I got that Mmm Mmm I got that god damn I'm yo pusha man I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
I'm following the example of my mentor and letting my buyers know I have the best drugs around. I'm their go-to guy for drugs.

Pimp slapping, toe taggin I'm just tryna fight the man You a lame, and your bitch break down my weed sometimes
I'm involved in the drug and pimping game, but I'm also fighting the oppressive system. I don't have any respect for those who don't understand my world and their women sometimes assist me with my drugs.

See my face in the streets, in the tweets And a Reader or a Redeye if you read Sun-Times She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D
My face is well-known in the neighborhood, on social media, and in local newspapers. There are women who are addicted to sex and will do anything to obtain drugs.

Even though I only beat one time One time it was one two times It was two plus me equals threesome time
Even though I only slept with her once, it led to two more sexual encounters and eventually a threesome.

Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex Got neck from all these thots I sex Rastafari them shottas yes House safari, mi casa, yes
I'm giving a shout-out to my friend Nate, and talking about how I move, dance, and show off to impress others. I'm also bragging about how I receive oral sex from many women. I mention Rastafari culture and how I am like a house safari guide in my own home.

Poppy fields of that popeye She came to party, she popped a Molly Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes"
My drugs are like poppy fields and produce a powerful high. A woman came to party and took the drug MDMA, and when I offered her drugs, she accepted them without hesitation.

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
I've been driving around smoking marijuana with my gun on me in case I need to protect myself. I'm paranoid and scared, but with all the violence around me, I have no choice but to be armed.

Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch Captain save a hood, hood savior, baby boy, still get ID'd for swishers
People who move into my neighborhood typically don't stay for long and often fall victim to crime. I hope that once my finances improve, I can make my community safer and help those in need. Even though I am trying to do good, I still get stopped and questioned by the authorities for trying to buy cigars.

Trapped in the middle of the map, with a little bitty rock And a little bit of rap That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac And like literally jack They merking kids, they murder kids here
I'm stuck in the middle of the country with little resources and not much support, just my music and a low-end computer. Despite my talent, I still struggle to make an impact, and crime and violence are rampant in my community.

Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here
The media doesn't report on the violence and crime in our area because they have abandoned us. We don't see any high-profile journalists like Matt Lauer or Katie Couric coming to visit us, possibly out of fear of the refugees living in our community.

They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot
Violent crime is so prevalent in our community that people are being shot even in broad daylight. Guns are everywhere and much easier to find than a place to park your car.

No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position, Cause they've never been in our position Getting violations for the nation, correlating, you dry snitching I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too I know you scared, me too
We don't trust the police because they don't understand our struggles and our lives. They are more concerned with enforcing the law without trying to understand our situation. We see them as spies for the government, and they should be more empathetic to our fear and mistrust, as we are also scared.

If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first Cause everybody dies in the summer Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring
If you were here and saw what we go through, you would care about our plight as well. It's getting nicer out, which means the violence and crime will also increase. I hope it rains in the morning to prevent it. I don't like crowded places or loud noises, and I wonder which is worse: knowing your life is over or dying suddenly. In our community, many people die in the summer, so it's important to tell your loved ones goodbye while you still can, even in the spring. Pray for more time.