Crutches, Crosses, Caskets

　　Crutches, Crosses, Caskets - Pusha T

　　Yeah

　　Uh-huh

　　Beautiful evils

　　Yeah

　　Check me out

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　All I see is victims

　　My young niggas sic' 'em

　　I don't get 'em

　　I just get back their jewelry if I'm fuckin' with 'em

　　Your man crush Mondays be owin' niggas

　　My skin is triple black I'm the omen

　　You can't kill a God like the Romans

　　Take my time to craft

　　Cause I don't like back

　　And forths with Puff about rap shit

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　All I see is victims

　　Rappers is victimized at an all-time high

　　But not I you pop niggas thought I let it fly

　　I'm Yasiel Puig I'm in another league

　　I defected only thing we have in common niggas bleed

　　In ya thousand dollar joggers as you rhyme about ya dollars

　　Is there shame when a platinum rapper's mother lives in squalor

　　Mildred's in the Bahamas for the month

　　She's probably sitting in her pajamas having lunch

　　Swordfish my reality is more fish

　　Banana clips for all you Curious Georges

　　Old slapping young

　　Ha Imagine that where you from

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　All I see is death by the masses

　　The only asterisk is the change of address

　　My infinity pool as long as Magic's

　　Yeah I let Zillow change my pillows

　　The home is so inviting the Porsche is the armadillo

　　The silhouette

　　The pop pop pop the chop chop chop

　　The throwaway TEC's got Tourettes

　　It's more than this drug money I love money

　　I speak to your soul and that's above money

　　This the ministry of street energy

　　The church of criminology teaching my chemistries

　　Woo I'm the L. Ron Hubbard of the cupboard

　　To some certain motherfuckers gotta love it

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　All I see is victims

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　Crutches crosses caskets

　　All I see is victims