So be it (Diss)

Intro: Pusha T 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 In the ever-evolving landscape of hip-hop, certain collaborations just hit different. When you talk about Clipse and Pharrell Williams, you're not just discussing a rap duo and their legendary producer; you're delving into a unique synergy that fans are calling one of the most iconic in music history. A recent surge of comments highlights this bond, with many playfully dubbing Clipse as "Pharrell's anger translator"—a nod to their raw, street-certified lyricism perfectly complementing Pharrell's often more understated, yet equally impactful, presence.