Verse one
I can't come up off that bullshit -tryin to feed my baby I got a judge that hate my lifestyle and my alibi say I'm crazy
my hood don't know no names so please don't bring that 'round here got two blue boys just like you and they buried in this ground here
got a momma with a chip on her shoulder chick watch your mouth I'm older my streets get hotter than summer and that bitch named winter say I'm colder
Two rugers under my pillow posed to help sleep good how the fuck I'm gon sleep good when my hood still tryin to eat good
my baby momma ducked out how the fuck she duck out-raised my daughter by the "G"-code two of us and we thuged out they hated it oh they hated it ooh this industry hated it, gon lose your spot if you leave the game mmm them white boys hated it
My choppers they keep choppin
my bricks from the click keep droppin
mo-shit from a bitch keep poppin
my hip to the hop keep rockin
my cookers they keep coookin
my lookers they keep lookin
aint no nigga on my team on shook
aint gon find my game in a book -I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
Verse Two
I shot my nigga for cuttin my blow slapped his bitch with a chrome fo-fo nigga I'm a problem hell bent row don't need a weatherman to melt my snow lady in the hood gon call po-po
po-po came to the crib on "swole" picked me up dropped me off shook his hand the case got tossed I'm a ghetto ass bourgeois {Boo-Shua) O.G. give a fuck who you are
I can buy your bitch with a new bra then hit it and forget it like a rude bua (rude-boy)
Next day she on my phone with it askin can she play with it I said nah I'm straight with it-that freak bitch hated it
My choppers they keep choppin
my bricks from the click keep droppin
mo-shit from a bitch keep poppin
my hip to the hop keep rockin
my cookers they keep coookin
my lookers they keep lookin
aint no nigga on my team on shook
aint gon find my game in a book -I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
Verse Three
I got homies doing time bitch don't ask me what's on my mind just pour my drink and you might be fine let me think while I hit this line
why this "J" wanna call me "Fam" punched his face with a quick left hand turned my back and it read Def Jam now his click wanna check they man
ATL call me Hector and I'm the same motherfucka rollin next to ya
I'm the same motherfucka that can get to ya
a insane motherfucka with a tech for ya
got a tribe in the west make a mess of ya
and the realest motherfucka that'll wit-cha
aint click that sick that'll rep wit-cha
and got squads from abroad for the rest of ya and
my choppers they keep choppin
my bricks from the click keep droppin
mo-shit from a bitch keep poppin
my hip to the hop keep rockin
my cookers they keep coookin
my lookers they keep lookin
aint no nigga on my team on shook
aint gon find my game in a book -I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin
I keep pushin