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Pusha T- The Story of Adidon (Drake Diss)

All I can is SHEESH!!! Pusha T, well he’s Pusha T!!!

THIS is what I’ve been waiting for! THIS is the Pusha T I love! I’m the type of Woman who loves lyrics.  Give me dope lyrics on top of a dope a beat and I’m SOLD!!! We all know this is Jay-Z’s 4:44 “The Story of OJ” insrumental but, Pusha T made it his own!

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In a tweet, Pusha said:

Please stop referring to this picture as “artwork”…I’m not an internet baby, I don’t edit images…this is a REAL picture…these are his truths, see for yourself

Yes, photographer David Leyes shot the cover art and another black-and-white photo of Drake in blackface.

Pusha came with advice and strong claims about Aubrey aka Drake on this track. I decided to put the lyrics below to give the diss track more umph!

Let me know what you guys think in the comment box below.

LYRICS:

[Intro]
Easy money
It’s about to be a surgical summer

Chop the tops off the coupes
The cuatrocientos ochenta y ocho
The Spider joint
And you know we gotta cut the heads off these snakes, right?
Watch the body drop

[Verse]
Drug dealin’ aside, ghostwritin’ aside
Let’s have a heart-to-heart about your pride

Even though you’re multi, I see that your soul don’t look alive
The M’s count different when Baby divides the pie, wait
Let’s examine why
Your music for the past few years been angry and full of lies
I’ll start it at the home front, “I’m on One”

Dennis Graham stay off the gram, bitch, I’m on one
You mention wedding ring like it’s a bad thing
Your father walked away at five, hell of a dad thing
Marriage is somethin’ that Sandi never had, Drake
How you a winner, but she keep comin’ in last place?

Monkey-suit Dennis, you parade him
A Steve Harvey-suit nigga made him

Confused, always thought you weren’t Black enough
Afraid to grow it ’cause your ‘fro wouldn’t nap enough

Since you name-dropped my fiancée
Let ’em know who you chose as your Beyoncé
Sophie knows better, ask your baby mother
Cleaned her up for IG, but the stench is on her
A baby’s involved, it’s deeper than rap
We talkin’ character, let me keep with the facts
You are hiding a child, let that boy come home
Deadbeat mothafucka, playin’ border patrol, ooh

Adonis is your son
And he deserves more than an Adidas press run, that’s real
Love that baby, respect that girl
Forget she’s a pornstar, let her be your world, yuugh!

How dare you put Ye in my verses?
I’m selfish, I want all of the curses

I’m pre-bookin’ the churches
Me versus three hearses
If we all go to Hell it’ll be worth it

Already aligned with the greats, and on that same note
The only ones I chase are two ghosts

Still givin’ you classics, that’s the only thing that dates me
OVO 40, hunched over like he 80, tick, tick, tick
How much time he got? That man is sick, sick, sick

I got the devil flow, nigga, six, six, six
Surgical summer with it, snip, snip, snip
And you don’t really want it with him