Push da Line E

It's 'bout that time that we push the line Pour all my pain away and lose my mind Put down my K today and shoot my nine Bitch, what you buying? All I wanna do is grind Let's get this Money, now we losin' time Break up these bricks so all these dudes can Shine Might take your bitch, so now your bitch is Mine We with the shit. All we wanna do is Grind. I been goin' through all sorts of shit, Unfortunately. Reportedly on portraits with killers, Niggas in the courtroom snitchin'. Quarter ticket off royalties and performances, Reported it. Most my niggas convicted, So I'm pourin' up for the clique. Ten bands on a lawyer, this on some lawyer Shit. I'm tryna get more than rich. Rolex cost four quarter bricks, I order hits. Live it, then record the shit. Leado! Dippin' in that Porsche, lil' bitch, tilt it, Don't pour it too quick. They taxin' and I still can't find no activist. My young niggas be rappin', but they jackin' if Ain't no pack to flip. Savages, we back at it, that Cashville shit. What up, Buck? Been grindin' hard a decade plus, Won't hesitate, I'm pullin' up. Push my line, I couldn't lie, it took some Time Get on your job, ho, I'm good at mine. Stacked ten grand damn near a hundred times. I come from dumpin' off a bunch of pounds In a country town, I ain't lyin'. 'bout that time that we push the line Pour all my pain away and lose my mind Put down my K today and shoot my nine Bitch, what you buying? All I wanna do is grind Let's get this money, now we losin' time Break up these bricks so all these dudes can Shine Might take your bitch, so now your bitch is Mine We with the shit. All we wanna do is Grind. The city on fire, niggas got on wire. Testify, niggas gon' die. Said you wanna lie, niggas gon' ride. Catch a nigga comin' outside. Look him in the eye, hit him with the Fire. Boom, boom, da-da. Mama said it's like Tupac alive. Why? 'Cause I'm a rider. V12 smokin' my tires, that Cashville shit Driver license expired, no tags on this bitch My Project hoes get hired, come bag up this shit Bitch, better be quiet, don't brag about this Police Mad about this. Niggas turn they flash 'bout this. Black ski mask 'bout this. Bust your ass 'bout this. Blow all your cash 'bout this. Go in your stash 'bout this. These niggas not gettin' no pass 'bout this. Let's push the line. It's 'bout that time that we push the line Pour all my pain away and lose my mind Put down my K today and shoot my nine Bitch, what you buying? All I wanna do is grind Let's get this Money, now we losin' time Break up these bricks so all these dudes can Shine Might take your bitch, so now your bitch is Mine We with the shit. All we wanna do is grind. I been goin' through all sorts of shit, I'm Short of chin. Honestly, I might black out and Straight spaz out while recordin' this. Red eye on the steel, call my forty Arnold Schwarzenegger. I keep killin' this shit and killin' This shit like an abortion clinic. Mama ain't have no help, fuck you mean? Nigga, I was forced to get it. Hold up, we talkin' money, no time to contemplate, Of course I'm with it. I came from the Gutter and we ain't have nothin', how can I Be more specific? All my money dirty like my Ma been cleanin' toilets with it. Buck just hit my line like, "Check your email." I was in my driveway gettin' my car detailed. I just sold out, but it wasn't retail. And lil' brother just caught a pound in the Mail. Bye, I'm gone, don't know what planet I'm On. I wouldn't even trust my clone. I don't hang out, I don't go kick it. The bank is the only place that I belong. I push the line, that's how I'm designed. My kids gotta eat, ain't no time to recline. Doe on your head, open your mind. The silencer on this shit sound like a chime. I'm not just blurtin' shit out 'cause it rhyme. I say it, I mean it, I'll die about It. My homeboy lookin' at eighty years, shit ain't Seem real 'til the trial started. Stepbrothers three so diabolic. On the road to riches, check the mile marker. I'm far removed, but tuck my food. I'm back on that bull like Ron Harper. I posed and left a whole verse ago. But I'ma act an ass 'til the curtains close. Fuck all these rappers, fuck all they friends. I'ma start givin' a fuck to be the first To know. Start what they even get me started For? Mama, we ain't never gotta starve no more. Before I watched Straight Outta Compton, I thought I Was the only nigga with the AR on tour. Strapped like a nigga out the Army Corps. Got money pumpin' in my IV. 'Bout to shake life like Muhammad Ali. And I got the juice like my daughter high C. Godly, got speed. 'bout that time that we push the line Pour all my pain away and lose my mind Put down my K today and shoot my nine Bitch, what you buying? All I wanna do is grind Let's get this Money, now we losin' time Break up these bricks so all these dudes can Shine Might take your bitch, so now your bitch is Mine We with the shit. All we wanna do is Grind