The Push
Yea I got a lot on my plate
Yea I got a lot on my mind
I been through the struggle
Ain't no body help me
I never excepted a dime
Do this my family
I carry the name
If I gotta murder I carry the weight
I'm pushing my pen to the limit it takes
If the music don't make it
Then Fuck it's okay
And I'm bringing this skrilla
Put food in the plates
Got momma da crib
Put it all in her name
And you bitches the same
only fuck for the fame
Really want something real
You a dog can't be named
Say you fuck on bro
Well lil bitch you lame
No you cannot be trusted
Throw dirt on yo name
I know Nigga's who left
I know niggas who stayed
I'm the realest alive
I cannot be replaced
I'm as cold as the ice
I put that on my grave
When I hop in the booth
Yea I only spit flames
If it ain't about money
Don't mention my name
Make a track like is nothing
Finish in a day
I remember long nights
Hearing beat after beat
I would struggle
Real hard never stood on my feet
Got my confidence boost
Feel I can't be deafeat
But I'm staying real humble
Remember my place
I made it out the mud through the blood and the rain
Imma push all my work past the scars on my veins
Countless nights in the Stu
Shout out Mikey P Kay
If it's murder for you then it's blood imma take
For my brothers I kill
For my brothers I take
When I clock in for work
Bitch I'm locked for the day
I ain't never got time
To be playing these games
If ain't bout the money it don't make no sense
Bitch I'm chasing a dream
You just watch from bench
Yea I got a lot on my mind
I been through the struggle
Ain't no body help me
I never excepted a dime
Do this my family
I carry the name
If I gotta murder I carry the weight
I'm pushing my pen to the limit it takes
If the music don't make it
Then Fuck it's okay
And I'm bringing this skrilla
Put food in the plates
Got momma da crib
Put it all in her name
And you bitches the same
only fuck for the fame
Really want something real
You a dog can't be named
Say you fuck on bro
Well lil bitch you lame
No you cannot be trusted
Throw dirt on yo name
I know Nigga's who left
I know niggas who stayed
I'm the realest alive
I cannot be replaced
I'm as cold as the ice
I put that on my grave
When I hop in the booth
Yea I only spit flames
If it ain't about money
Don't mention my name
Make a track like is nothing
Finish in a day
I remember long nights
Hearing beat after beat
I would struggle
Real hard never stood on my feet
Got my confidence boost
Feel I can't be deafeat
But I'm staying real humble
Remember my place
I made it out the mud through the blood and the rain
Imma push all my work past the scars on my veins
Countless nights in the Stu
Shout out Mikey P Kay
If it's murder for you then it's blood imma take
For my brothers I kill
For my brothers I take
When I clock in for work
Bitch I'm locked for the day
I ain't never got time
To be playing these games
If ain't bout the money it don't make no sense
Bitch I'm chasing a dream
You just watch from bench
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Arellano
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