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Drake Disses Pusha T And Kid Cudi With Others Are Collateral Damage

(AllHipHop News) The Clipse / Young Money beef just won’t die and Drake has returned fire to Pusha T.

The Canadian released “Two Birds, One Stone,” a subtle response Pusha T’s recently released “H.G.T.V.” The song takes aim at both Pusha T and Kid Cudi, who also dissed Kanye West in a social media rant.

With out mentioning Pusha T’s name, Drake says:

But really it’s you with all the drug dealer stories / That’s gotta stop though / You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo / If you ask me though you ain’t lining in the trunk with kilo’s / You bagging weed with all your niggas watching Pacino / Like ‘This is what we need to be on,’ but never went live / You middle man in this shit, you were never those guys.

This is the lead song from a new Drake project called More Life, due later this year.



Here are the song lyrics, courtesy of Genius.

[Verse 1: Drake]
More time with family and friends, more life
More time to get it right
It’s only me but I’m seeing four shadows in the light
My demons visit me every night
To the most high I’m forever indebted, I know I gotta pay something
I know that day’s coming
I put it all in the music cause if I don’t stay ahead I won’t say nothing
Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges
Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazing
I need to start loosing my shit just to show you niggas who hatin’
To reversed like I called ahead for me and my lady
Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting
Every since the blue basement I found god and lost patience
Between rocks and hard places of all places
Spotted everywhere like Dalmatian
Cops snoop around cause all my dogs famous
Please welcome the October fall baby
Von Road Academy, star player
My minds not all there
Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer
People too scared to tell the truth so it’s all dare
Counted us all there and we all square
Quick money, I’m in and out
My dad used to use a soap bar till it’s thinning out
But shit, look at Dennis now
All Stacy Adams and linnen’d out
More blessings for Sandy and him, more life
My parents never got it right, but
God bless em both, I think we all alike
We all wide awake late at night
Thinking on what to change if we do get to do it twice in a another life
Scared to go to sleep now cause being awake is what all my dreams were like
Back when the bar I set for myself was out of sight
Tell me how I went and did chin ups on this shit when I can’t sit
Pin ups of Megan Good and Pam Grier, soul sisters
Inspired my old scriptured
Now that feeling gone like them old pictures
Mixed liquors got us both twisted
Words get so viscous, you just stare at me while you roll swishes
Girl I love you but I don’t miss you
And now matter what year it is I’m an old 6’er
Go figure, colder, stay in school man
Fuck the rap game, it’s all lies and it’s all filthy
2 percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas are all milky
Got two of my niggas off on the not guilty
Gave back to the city and never said
If I didn’t live it but still they try to tell you I’m not the realest
Like I’m some privileged kid
Like it was handed to me, top of the ribbon
I never worked to get it
But really it’s you with all the drug dealer stories that’s gotta stop though
You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo
If you ask me though you ain’t lining in the trunk with kilo’s
You bagging weed with all your niggas watching Pacino
Like “this is what we need to be on,” but never went live
You middle man in this shit, you were never those guys
I can tell cause I look most of you dead in the eyes
And you be trying to tell that story for the rest of your lives
Can’t show us where the cash is
Me, I don’t judge, I just go off the math is, numbers inflated
But you never went lie
They all look at me like what have you done for me lately
I like your older shit but wasn’t in love with the newer stuff
Awe baby, stop debating, I’m just a creative
My numbers are out of the world, no wonder they got me feeling so alienated
You were the man on the moon, now you go through your phases
Life of the angry and famous
Rap like I know I’m the greatest and give you the tropical flavors
Still never been on hiatus
You stay xan and perked up so when reality set in you don’t gotta face it
I’m down 200 in Vegas but winning in life on the daily
It seems like no one wants to stay in my good graces
I’m like a real estate agent, putting you niggas in your places
Look what happens soon as you niggas talk to me crazy
Is you crazy

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