The-Dream, Pusha T - 40 Acres

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Trouble world, trouble child,
Trouble times destroyed my smile,
No change of heart, no change of mind,
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine.
I'd rather die, than go home,
I'd rather die, than go home,
And I ain't leavin without my 40 acres.

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Unpolished, unapologetic,
This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit,
You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid,
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits.
Anything Spanish, got me speakin' Spanglish,
Money universal, that's the only language.
The dream ain't die, only some real niggas,
We was born to mothers, who couldn't deal with us.
Left by fathers, who wouldn't build with us,
I had both mine home, let's keep it real, niggas.
My better half chose the better path, applaud him,
Younger brother me, a spoiled child, I fought him,
I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom,
The California top just falls back like autumn.
And they say I'm on the verge of winnin',
I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinnin'.
Old habits die hard,
That rainy day bag buried in the backyard,
It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards,
‘Cause stand-up niggas don't lie on no floors.
Much rather burn us, ashes to ashes,
Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses,
We gon' keep it tight, rip it off the plastic,
Now you celebrate, mothafuckas, raise your glasses!
Push.

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Trouble world, trouble child,
Trouble times destroyed my smile,
No change of heart, no change of mind,
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine.
I'd rather die, than go home,
I'd rather die, than go home,
And I ain't leavin without my 40 acres.

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Unpolished, unapologetic,
Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort,
My nonchalant attitude is always ‘eff it!',
Thirty-five years of marriage and my momma left it,
You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him,
The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him?
Yughh! I'll probably never pull you chair out, bitch.
You know this money grew your hair out, switch.
All that shit I bought you wear out, rich,
And I'm the only one I care about.
Place none above me, God don't like ugly,
Hate me or love me, only He can judge me.
Unpolished, unapologetic,
Big Willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend,
School of hard knock, I attended,
Sellin' hard rock, fuck who I offended.
I was a goner, punished by karma,
Called him tar baby, now he's transcendin' genres.
The 911 came with the ass shots,
A toothless crackhead was the mascot.
The owner of the key to that padlock,
I'm Jordan vs. Cavs for the last shot,
I need all mine reparations,
We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres.
Push!

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Trouble world, trouble child,
Trouble times destroyed my smile,
No change of heart, no change of mind,
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine.
I'd rather die, than go home,
I'd rather die, than go home,
And I ain't leavin without my 40 acres.