Pressin' on my Luck
All them hours that I spent, tryna get a buck
Was it really worth it I've been pressin' on my luck ayy
I'd rather be up
Bein' broke or leave you stuck
If you broke, you outta luck
Me and money, we in love
I pick my battles with her, I'd rather be up
I had love for you till you hurt my business, now it's cut
Out the mud, always winnin, I stayed down and ran it up
Hustle hard and I'ma teach it to my son
It's off the muscle, I'ma teach it to my son
Bitch, we so up, you know I gotta feed my son
This heater tucked, P365, can't see it on
You see me duck, cause if you don't, you gon' be gone
Ayy, this that calm before the storm
They know that I spit crack, it's crazy, now I'm on
I run the business, I can't talk like how I want
I'm better off and now I'm smokin' where it's warm
Why he run off, we sold some more
I cut you off, I didn't want to, but it's war
Hope I don't see you, if I do, you gettin' scorched
Can't say what I'm gon' do, you know the less is more
All them hours that I spent, tryna get a buck
Was it really worth it I've been pressin' on my luck ayy
I'd rather be up
Being broke will leave you stuck
If you broke, you outta luck
Me and money, we in love
I pick my battles with her, I'd rather be up
I had love for you till you hurt my business, now it's cut
Out the mud, always winning, I stayed down and ran it up
Hustle hard and I'ma teach it to my son
My son gon' eat, but he won't take from anyone
I'ma teach him how to do something with none
I might be hard on him, but only outta love
If he get older and still love me, then I won
Ayy, I'm better smokin' where I'm warm
It be so up and down, this shit just had me torn
I'm really up, but I was sleepin' on the floor
Now half a million, I'm worth more, I'm worth like four
All them hours that I spent, tryna get a buck
Was it really worth it, I've been pressin' on my luck Ayy
I'd rather be up
Being broke will leave you stuck
If you broke, you outta luck
Me and money, we in love
I pick my battles with her, I'd rather be up
I had love for you till you hurt my business, now it's cut
Out the mud, always winning, I stay down and ran it up
Hustle hard and I'ma teach it to my son
Was it really worth it I've been pressin' on my luck ayy
I'd rather be up
Bein' broke or leave you stuck
If you broke, you outta luck
Me and money, we in love
I pick my battles with her, I'd rather be up
I had love for you till you hurt my business, now it's cut
Out the mud, always winnin, I stayed down and ran it up
Hustle hard and I'ma teach it to my son
It's off the muscle, I'ma teach it to my son
Bitch, we so up, you know I gotta feed my son
This heater tucked, P365, can't see it on
You see me duck, cause if you don't, you gon' be gone
Ayy, this that calm before the storm
They know that I spit crack, it's crazy, now I'm on
I run the business, I can't talk like how I want
I'm better off and now I'm smokin' where it's warm
Why he run off, we sold some more
I cut you off, I didn't want to, but it's war
Hope I don't see you, if I do, you gettin' scorched
Can't say what I'm gon' do, you know the less is more
All them hours that I spent, tryna get a buck
Was it really worth it I've been pressin' on my luck ayy
I'd rather be up
Being broke will leave you stuck
If you broke, you outta luck
Me and money, we in love
I pick my battles with her, I'd rather be up
I had love for you till you hurt my business, now it's cut
Out the mud, always winning, I stayed down and ran it up
Hustle hard and I'ma teach it to my son
My son gon' eat, but he won't take from anyone
I'ma teach him how to do something with none
I might be hard on him, but only outta love
If he get older and still love me, then I won
Ayy, I'm better smokin' where I'm warm
It be so up and down, this shit just had me torn
I'm really up, but I was sleepin' on the floor
Now half a million, I'm worth more, I'm worth like four
All them hours that I spent, tryna get a buck
Was it really worth it, I've been pressin' on my luck Ayy
I'd rather be up
Being broke will leave you stuck
If you broke, you outta luck
Me and money, we in love
I pick my battles with her, I'd rather be up
I had love for you till you hurt my business, now it's cut
Out the mud, always winning, I stay down and ran it up
Hustle hard and I'ma teach it to my son
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Writer(s): Evan Stewart
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