Pusha T: You don’t write your raps
Drake: you rapping about what your cousins did and you weren’t a big drug dealer
Pusha: Your dad a dead beat, you’re confused about your ethnicity, you’re hiding a kid with a porn star, your raps are lies & your friend (ovo 40) is dying
Me:
Imagine it, you’re in bed with your girl. Cuddled up, head rested on her breasts. All of a sudden she gets a call, jumps up and says “Yo...what an 8ths yh? Calm I’ll be 10 mins”