Pusha T. This guy was apart of The Clipse. They made Grinding, and though they have other songs on their discography, that song is dumb iconic because millennials across the world were at their lunch tables mocking the beat following “From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard.” Fast forward to 2018, though he is not the most talked about rapper, he is one of the best. We a cocaine King who writes his own lyrics.
During these trying times for Drake, and Pusha T’s glorious defeat against the Canadian artist, people have been arguing whether Pusha T is a great rapper. I am not sure what there is to argue about? Beats, popularity, and everyone’s lack of knowledge aside, Pusha T is a man of quality. “Who else got the luxury to drop when they want cus nobody else can fuck wit me?” Yes, he drops every blue moon, and yes his bragging bars of being a trap lord is a recurring theme, but he is the best at what he does.
The cocaine talk is something we look forward to from Pusha T, which is similar to the subject we expect from Jeezy. Yes, they rap about the same things, but it sounds different every single time. Pusha T’s mature and confident sound is what attracts his fans, and though we may not all relate to having thirteen hundred an ounce, we sure do feel something.
Now, it’s 2018 and Daytona is here. All the complaints about not wanting King Push to talk the cocaine talk is dead because here are favorite drug references. Enjoy, luv.
If You Know You Know
A rapper turned trapper can’t morph into us But a trapper turned rapper can morph into Puff Dance contest for the smokers I predict snow, Al Roker
(If you know, you know)
The Games We Play
Influenced by niggas straight outta Compton, the scale never lies I’m two-point-two incentivised If you ain’t energized like the bunny for drug money Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy
Hard Piano ft. Rick Ross
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
Come Back Baby
BMore burnt spoon, DC glass pipe VA sent bales, ’bout that trap life Blew through thousands, we made millions Cocaine soldiers, once civilians