Roll With The Winners lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Roll with the winners, the soul of the sinners
Which ring, which chain; the most our dilemmas
My uncles before me mixed the diesel in the blenders
Then crack came, I seen the coldest of winters
Mountains of snow -- made fiends tremor
Mink to the floor, we use the crème de la crèmes
Such a need to shimmer, the Benz got the slippers
Club owners love us call us yellow bottle grippers
Flipper? No. Whale scale tipper
I'm from a line of ex-kingpins that's turned sniffers
Pray the Lord forgive us while the maricons fill us
Up to the brim, call them the coffee bean spillers
Blasphemous, he calls kis God's pillows
Ivory white, bury me in my chinchilla
Ain't none iller, no! Ain't none realer
It's Pusha, just ya neighborhood dope dealer

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
You gotta love the gall on 'im
Twenty on the arm on 'im
Twenty-four inch blades, see the frame fall on 'em
Drug czar, retired, like I was Shawn on 'em
Came back to star -- Jordan as he falls
Released to score raw on 'em, 2.2 pounds exactly
Tape criss-crossed like a bra on 'em
But the streets I was marred, I was scarred on
And ride around microphone fiend with the R on 'em
I'm Bad, James Todd
On the white part of the water, my third got scalds
On the right side of my palm where the soft got hard
On the right price, give me the light, I Sean Paul on 'em
Run the city, Sean John on 'em
New Marvin, screaming "What's Going On,"
I'm trouble man, I rubberband man, push hard on them
Same block where I crawled on 'em, I'mma fall on 'em