Keep On Pushin' E

Not no buster shit. Nigga this rider shit. Nigga this gangsta shit. Nigga this hustler shit. Yeah, ride or roll on. Y'all the type of niggas we ride and roll On. I'm so high, I'm so gone. Time goes by, say goodbye for so long. I been lied and spoke on. But I'ma just take it in stride and smoke On. Dickies, Ben Davis, Chuck Taylors and Locs on. Brand new Chevy with the Ds and spokes on. I can't be this broke long. I'm still tryna put all my people and folks On. I been a deep P G for so Long. Since way back looking for some trees to Smoke on. Now I'm looking for a suite to Call home. A bottle with some Henny and some Freaks to poke on. I'm all grown, I don't need to call home. I got something she can fall on or choke On. I'm all bone, I'm the nigga she all On. It's race against time, I'm just getting my Walk on. Niggas plotting on mine, getting they stalk On. I'm twisting up a fat dime, getting my Spark on. Feel running out time. Gotta keep on pushing. Got people waiting on me. Keep on pushing. I gotta stay up on the Grind. Gotta keep on pushing. 'Cause the streets forever calling me. Gotta pushing. Making all the guap, don't stop for No one. It's up to four-five past out in Morning. The cops ride by, better keep on going. It's 24/7 out on the corner. The race is on. To get this money gotta Stay on the grind dog. We running out of Time tryna hustle them dimes off. Gotta get the mansion for the day that I Die dog. So ma can say I made it And I done know that he tried hard. Pop, you know I love you and I know That you tried hard. But nothing could've saved me From the draw and them white jaws. All I really wanted was to roll in them Nice cars. And smoke weed, sipping with a stripper That like broads. Liquor got me tripping, now I'm Quicker to fight y'all. I bang out, let 'em Paint your picture in white chalk. You the type to probably chase a chick with A nice walk. I'd rather play the corner with A brick and then slide off. Holla at my man in the store. Cop a gram and some raw then stand on The porch and scramble some more. You want drama then the cannon is drawn. I put your man in the morgue and push Every last gram in the drawer. Feel like I'm running out of time. Gotta on pushing. Got people waiting on me. Gotta keep on pushing. I gotta stay up on the grind. Gotta keep on pushing. 'Cause the streets forever calling me. Gotta keep on pushing. Making all guap, don't stop for no one. It's up to four-five past out in the morning. The cops ride by, better keep on going. It's 24/7 out on the corner. The race is on. Time is ticking, it feels Like years or months. Weeks or days, hours or Minutes. You start tripping and we might blast. I keep the fifth in the stash so you Can watch your life flash. Then I'ma keep pushing. I ain't tripping, I'm Dipping 'cause I'm a rider. You keep talking shit I'ma hit 'em up with The fire. You'll never catch me slipping, I'm Whipping out on them tires. It's 24 inches with chrome on the rides. I send a call through the wire. Then I have my homies coming up in all Black attire. Got way too many waiting on me For you to be hating on me. So if you wanna get mine you gotta take It from 'head try you won't make it homie. Try to get the shake up off me and I cut your case just to make a statement Homie. Doubting mine, I'm 'bout to shine. 'Cause the race to the top is a mountain Climb. Feels like I'm running out of time. Feel I'm running time. on pushing. Got people waiting on Gotta keep on pushing. I gotta stay up on the grind. Gotta keep on pushing. 'Cause the streets forever calling me. Gotta keep on pushing. Making all the don't stop for no one. It's up to four-five past out in the morning. The cops ride by, better keep on going. It's 24/7 out on the corner. The race is on. Not no buster shit. Nigga this rider shit. Nigga this gangsta shit. Nigga this hustler shit. Not no buster shit. Nigga this rider shit. Nigga this gangsta shit. Nigga this hustler shit.