Pusha T - Hard Piano Lyrics
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    Hard Piano

    [Verse 1: Pusha T]
    Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera
    She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor
    Set the parameters
    You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs
    I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
    Good mornin', Matt Lauer—can I live?
    Look at my new digs
    The rooftop can host a paint-and-sip for, like, forty
    The Warhols on my wall paint a war story
    Had to find other ways to invest
    'Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks
    It's a nightmare, yeah
    I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh!
    Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick
    Tap-tap, throw the phone if you hear it click
    Art Basel-in' the bezel
    Your bustdown is bust-down and don't match the metal
    Lower level's where you settle at
    I'm the pot callin' the kettle black
    Where there's no brake pedals at
    Between God and where the Devil's at
    Had to double-dutch and double back
    Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at
    Exactly what the game's been missin'
    This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen
    Push!

    [Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams & Rick Ross]
    Now that's how the ting go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
    That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    Now that's how the ting go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
    This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters
    'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    From Honda Accords to Grammy awards, yo
    That's where the kings go

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    I can blow a million dollars into dust
    Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust
    Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff (M-M-M—)
    Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff
    Pusha know these politics is paradox
    Chillin' in a condo full of ready-rock
    My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin'
    I'm dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music)
    Watchin' my success, for some, is bittersweet
    Always keep the sharpshooters' triggers tweaked
    Diamonds drippin' on me via Tiffany's
    All these K-9 units still sniffin' me
    Ignorance versus the innocence
    It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands
    I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat (M-M-M—)
    And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
    Another episode full of atrocities
    It's double-M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music)
    You scared to see my face in a fancy place
    So why debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace?
    It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck
    Still hands-on, sucker, press your luck (M-M—)
    Your money gone every other month
    My money long, so the treasure's tucked

    [Chorus: The World Famous Tony Williams]
    Now that's how the ting go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
    That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    Now that's how the ting go, back from Santo Domingo
    'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
    That's where the kings go

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