So be it (Diss)

Sixteen thousand square
Eight million up there, two million down here

Verse 1: Pusha T
When I was born, grandmama could see it
I be Bentley driven and very strategic
R.M. sleeve, no diamonds are needed
Floors are heated, so be it, so be it
Fuckin’ with P, get somethin’ immediate
Your soul don’t like your body, we helped you free it
Then we wait for TMZ to leak it
It ain’t no secrets, so be it, so be it

Chorus: Pusha T
Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it, so be it

Verse 2: Pusha T
C-L-I-P-S-E, epi, 8-ball, LV
I can show you how to bust a brick if you let me
I monogram like confetti, switches ready
She leanin’ on Celine ’cause she ain’t steppin’ in Giuseppe
Catch a buck-fifty like each Pirelli
I got eight of ’em, call me Andretti
If I’m not in the telly sellin’ the yeti
Then I’m twirlin’ your bitch like she in spaghetti, heavy
Circle back and come and get this Kelly
And your ears too, if you want ’em blue like Belly
Lotta jettin’, Prada beddin’, 911s
I’m the who’s who with what’s what, papa heaven
Fuck around and get your body traced tryna test me
‘Cause niggas that I’m with like to draw when it’s sketchy
If they catch me,

Chorus: Pusha T
Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it, so be it

Verse 3: No Malice
Uh, I tell the truth, I make ’em believers
My life’s a movie, they payin’ for teasers
From the crack pot to the platinum Visa
Went from the trappin’ hard to the Caesar
They say the money change you, I disagree, sir
I pray to God, he gave me a feature
He said, “You the king, you ain’t need a queen, sir”
And the streets is yours, now go and defeat ’em
Ain’t no more Neptunes, so P’s Saturn
Middle men all dead, we re-up pattern
From the kitchen counter to a whole new apparatus
My young’ns in the coupe with the wood grain cabins
Seein’ all they sins, I guess I’m a chaplain
Forgive ’em all, Malice, what the fuck just happened?
My heart is gold, my soul is platinum
They say they want it, so be it, let ’em have it

Chorus: Pusha T
Smoke
So be it, so be it
Smoke
So be it, so be it

Verse 4: Pusha T
You cried in front of me, you died in front of me
Calabasas took your bitch and your pride in front of me
Heard Utopia had moved right up the street
And her lip gloss was poppin’, she ain’t need you to eat
The ‘net gon’ call it the way that they see it
But I got the video, I can share and A.E. it
Lucky I ain’t TMZ it, so be it

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