Outside Pushing

Outside pushing in the wind
Trying to avoid getting pushed up in the same sin
Cause it's a hard road
Trying to put in work
Trying to stay clean
Up in the fucking dirt

I'm feeling early in the morning like it time to wake
I got a long day ahead of me for which to make
So I take my feet and swing them to touch them to the floor
Because it ant nobody but me keeping score
I turn the shower and waiting till the waters hot
It's kind of like when you waiting on an album drop
My eyes is open and I'm looking at my whole day
Reco'gnizing all the places I'ma get paid
Out the shower, dress finished in half a second
Babies got my food ready so I'm not stressing
It's such a blessing just to have it the way I have it yo
I move quickly and exit out the back door
Pull the keys up out the pocket hit the starter button
I jump up in the whip and pull off like it wasn't nothing
And this how my day starts up in the morning
When I'm hitting that first morning yawing

Outside pushing in the wind
Trying to avoid getting pushed up in the same sin
Cause it's a hard road
Trying to put in work
Trying to stay clean
Up in the fucking dirt

Outside escorting myself rolling on wealth
Looking for some time to think for my self
So I can take these works and weave it into poetry
With a certain signature that you know is me
It's getting easy now spitting like talking
I think that you can just equate it to walking
So they always asking for the blessing on they hits
Cause they understand that a nigga talk the shit
Brains rocking back and forth swimming all up in the music
Talking so much dope shit it's borderline abusive
I'm looking at the clock it's getting close to time to rock it
So I jump up out the whip and strike right up the block
I hit the corner and I see the doorman waiting on me
It's crazy with the VIP treatment cause they use to hate me
So he escorts me into the session
I think he wants to sit in and hear the damn blessing

Outside pushing in the wind
Trying to avoid getting pushed up in the same sin
Cause it's a hard road
Trying to put in work
Trying to stay clean
Up in the fucking dirt

I'm in the building now doing the exchange of niceties
But it's too early in the morning to hear about how nice I be
So somebody just put me in the booth
Give high proof lite a joint and let me get loose
Give the hook so I can take it and just lock it in
Cause I'm just ready to hit some fire when the bell ring
Hey engineer, I hope you got a couple of armed tracks
So you can catch the magic that be coming out my trap
I put the cans on cause I go hand on
Need it a little louder so that I can land
Give that dope shit that you could stand on
High potent lrycs that you can build a brand on
Let me hear the music so that I can get to spit
And you can get the taste of the super dope shit
And I tell by the rocking heads and smiling faces
That i'm hitting out the park dropping four aces

Outside pushing in the wind
Trying to avoid getting pushed up in the same sin
Cause it's a hard road
Trying to put in work
Trying to stay clean
Up in the fucking dirt