Still Pushing
(Intro)
If it wasn't for the internet and the fame
you'll be just another flunky
Buying more drugs than you selling you just another junkie,
That grill got your breath funky, stop talking shit to me
Flashing all that shit around me gon get your shit tooken,
They waiting for my arms to give out but I'm still pushing,
The way these rap niggas lying they big pussy,
Hood nigga, sirup sandwich's and sugar water, was my milk and cookies
When them shots fired we aired shit out like whooping cushions,
Rest in piece Kobe Bryant, been winning since I was a rookie,
Lord know I'm trying, I hope he smiling down and looking
Mama stop crying I did what they said I couldn't,
Kidd Picasso, my words paint a picture don't it,
I spit that pain out you can tell i ain't even wrote it,
How you beefing with me dog, i ain't even noticed,
You know shit from sugar, ain't nothing sweet
And I ain't sugarcoat it,
I came from nothing, to something back to nothing,
Know how that feels nigga?
I bought a chain and couple of whips,
I'm still a slave, cause I'm still in the fields nigga
I done took to many losses as a real nigga,
Ain't no one to lean on but this stylophone,
I never speak on nothing but this microphone,
I gotta keep a shooter with me anytime that I perform,
Nobody know their time but you see they
Dying with their watches on,
I saw you front seat of the cop car like a ride along,
Know your right from wrong
Trynna right my wrongs
Am I right or wrong,
When shit finally right, everything starts going wrong,
If you see me going off, something going on,
Gotta try to make this money, before I make it home
Nobody gave me shit I had to get it on my own
So plan B is to enforce plan A,
If I make it to C or D I'm throwing the whole plan away,
Most of the people I know, dead or in jail
Or on the treadmill, running in place
Like through the hood everyday,
But hell nah I can't stay, got
Got too much going on
Sometimes I cut off my phone
They either begging me for money or telling me about
Some bullshit that ain't got nothing to do with,
But never, how you doing,
I don't know how I do it,
I just keep pushing
I just keep pushing
If it wasn't for the internet and the fame
you'll be just another flunky
Buying more drugs than you selling you just another junkie,
That grill got your breath funky, stop talking shit to me
Flashing all that shit around me gon get your shit tooken,
They waiting for my arms to give out but I'm still pushing,
The way these rap niggas lying they big pussy,
Hood nigga, sirup sandwich's and sugar water, was my milk and cookies
When them shots fired we aired shit out like whooping cushions,
Rest in piece Kobe Bryant, been winning since I was a rookie,
Lord know I'm trying, I hope he smiling down and looking
Mama stop crying I did what they said I couldn't,
Kidd Picasso, my words paint a picture don't it,
I spit that pain out you can tell i ain't even wrote it,
How you beefing with me dog, i ain't even noticed,
You know shit from sugar, ain't nothing sweet
And I ain't sugarcoat it,
I came from nothing, to something back to nothing,
Know how that feels nigga?
I bought a chain and couple of whips,
I'm still a slave, cause I'm still in the fields nigga
I done took to many losses as a real nigga,
Ain't no one to lean on but this stylophone,
I never speak on nothing but this microphone,
I gotta keep a shooter with me anytime that I perform,
Nobody know their time but you see they
Dying with their watches on,
I saw you front seat of the cop car like a ride along,
Know your right from wrong
Trynna right my wrongs
Am I right or wrong,
When shit finally right, everything starts going wrong,
If you see me going off, something going on,
Gotta try to make this money, before I make it home
Nobody gave me shit I had to get it on my own
So plan B is to enforce plan A,
If I make it to C or D I'm throwing the whole plan away,
Most of the people I know, dead or in jail
Or on the treadmill, running in place
Like through the hood everyday,
But hell nah I can't stay, got
Got too much going on
Sometimes I cut off my phone
They either begging me for money or telling me about
Some bullshit that ain't got nothing to do with,
But never, how you doing,
I don't know how I do it,
I just keep pushing
I just keep pushing
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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