[Intro: Pusha T]

Ugh, big shout out Lupe

First nigga to rock Play Cloths on stage, besides myself

Come to my city, sold-out crowds and shit

Showing respect, we love that shit

Ugh, Trendsetter, nigga

Okay

[Verse One: Pusha T]

Feel this, I'm fearless, now hear this

Tackled it after Lupe killed it

Push-Ton, the last son of Mildred

Stumbled upon the rock like a pilgrim

Made money, money made power

Unstepped on as it came off the Mayflower

I come from graffiti'd halls

Now the X marks the spot on my graffiti walls

Statuettes- X'd eyes on those graffiti dolls

Ghetto Bitches ask why- I say it's just because

The double entendres remind you of Andre 3K

Make you spin it back like a DJ

This track feeling like it's D-day

Fucking with P it might be D-day

My heroin lines like checking out at BJ's

Uh, yeah, uh-huh

[Hook]

Dumb It Down

Street nigga version of (C'mon, ugh)

Numb It Down (Ugh, let's go)

[Verse Two: Malice]

Way before my first mil'

Hustler's etiquette been instilled since a young'un

Been a rider since the Big Wheel

Count my dollars in big bills

You can't touch me, I'm sick like leprosy

I'm that ill

Check my legacy, catch me out in Beverly

Hills on Rodeo, with Ocean Drive checkin' for my J-Lo

The chain like a pot of gold

I pied piper them hoes, follow the rainbow

Rain, hail, sleet, snow, we hustle hard

Re-up gang CEO, must be a god

From no business, to 50-50 deals

Joint ventures got the fans screaming "Clipse, we missed you"

So I could never diss you

Download or not, nothing stops Malice from ordering a drop

Nothing stops Malice from driving off the lot

The eyes on high, the water's boiling in the pot

[Outro: Pusha T]

Numb it down (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Numb it down

Big shout out to Curren$y

Repping those Play Cloths hard

You know

My nigga Wale, what up

Sound like some morphine shit right here

Numb it down

Fade that shit out, uh

Yuugh!

Til' The Casket Drops!