[Chorus - Pusha T]    I ain't in to fat lippin, I'm in to gat grippin    A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin    Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittin    The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten    Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah       [Verse 1 - Pusha T]    All I wanted growing up was remote controls    Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope control    Got ghetto corners choking slow    Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!    This one's for my foes    Find yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him!    I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings    It - is what it seems, just call me Jepeto!    A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocket    Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it    I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah?    Set it in a rhyme now the industry got pink eye    Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram    Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so well?    These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+    Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh!       [Chorus]       [Verse 2 - Malice]    They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve    Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees    Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve    Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see    Can't hide the truth, decendents of pain    So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein    My game weight grown, this is no fact    When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome    I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics    Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards    These are higher stakes, this is not average weight    This is not pinching penny's b---h, this is carrot cake    This is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros    They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow    But so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal'    Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well"       [Chorus]       [Verse 3 - Pusha T]    They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors    Nigga don't make me open yours    Seen hearts beat through, open sores    Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore    Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit    He who questions I is unfocused    Copperfield flow yes! I'll make careers disappear    Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push'       [Malice]    Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he?    Who curse me, curse me? But doing me    It hurts me so, puts me through changes    So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!)    Acts live, but only if you speak the language    ...And the rest is Comic View    Star Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to?    You don't want it with them boys, this I promice you, you pussy!