Pusha T — King Push Live from Spotify SXSW 2014

[Intro] South by Southwest, y'all ready for Pusha T? Make some noise I need them hands up, everybody and them hands up Yeah Keep them hands up Bounce, bounce, bounce, let's go [Verse 1] This is my time, this is my hour This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power If it's my reign, then it's my shower This pole position, I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours Dope boys, block bleeders, gold diggers don't stop either Motivation is misguided, if you hit the mark, then it's not needed Carry on like a carry on, on my side bitch I let tag along Call me "daddy" from a complex 'Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom No excuses, no regard, step on the brick like a promenade Twenty thousand on calling cards And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar [Chorus] But I'm King Push, this king push I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks [Verse 2] Fuck nigga with the sly talk Miss me with all the pie talk When them lights on you and them letters there You point us out just like an eye-chart But that's my fault, my details of the sidewalk For eleven years, we seen better years We was sellin' birds over the time port My first Grammy was my first brick Red carpet, every bad bitch More BMF than Billboard I got a label deal under my mattress [Chorus] 'Cause I'm King Push, still King Push I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks, ow [Interlude] Let's go South by Southwest, get them hands up Pusha T is in the building, [?] is in the building, it's time to rock out My Name Is My Name, official street shit Who get money out here? Who get money, where my hustlers at? Rock out, let's go [Verse 3] Vultures to my culture Exploit the struggle, insult ya They name dropping 'bout Caine copping But never been a foot soldier Let's have another look, just get a little closer Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha In a cranberry Rossta, inside track on the G rap poster Best D-boy, all I'm missing is a dash Difference 'tween me and Hova [Chorus] But I'm King Push, still King Push I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks, ah!