Keep Pushing

Yeah

Motivation shit

Yeah, I feel you

Shit hard

But only the strong survive

For one

I'm from a hood

Where e'rybody 'bout it

When I was broke I had to do something 'bout it

Dropping off work

Had many different houses

Granny cuss me out

Once she found a buncha ounces

Like, boy, don't get this crib raided

You remind me of your pops

Early 90's, late 80's

I'm like, granny I'm just tryna be all I can be

I'm coppin' quarter birds tryna make it to a key

Hustling faithfully

Tryna make my bread peel

But still feeling like I'm running on the treadmill

Chasing after thousands, I'm tryna tread meals

When kingpin dreaming

Just know the feds real, uh

Man, luxury is so far from my possession

Now I'm second guessing

Is my life in the right direction?

My sack in my pocket

Got my rocket for protection

Lord, I need a plug or a blessing

Please help me

I know you grinding right now, dog, and shit looking ugly

Your days ain't looking sunny

But keep pushing my **** and soon you gonna get money

Yeah, shit can get lovely

I know you grinding right now, dog, and shit looking ugly

Your days ain't looking sunny

But keep pushing my **** and soon you gonna get money

Yeah, shit can get lovely

I'm living in the basement petty pilling

Had to hide my crack good

'Cause my uncle always stealing

Walk through the door, Moms and Granny on the couch

Like, boy, you gotta get a job and take the other route

Arguing and yelling at me

I just take it

They don't understand my own path

I gotta make it

They don't understand I ain't mot'ed to live basic

I tried a job out

But I just couldn't take it

I'm dealing with enough stress

Getting my hustle on

Plus I gotta get judged when I go home

Plus my right hand, growing up, dead and gone

His killer dead too

But the pain lasting long

Got my few attempts to come up

Got fucked up

Buying bad crack fucked my last bucks up

But long as you still breathing you can make a change

I ain't never give up

Even when I had to strain

I know you grinding right now, dog, and shit looking ugly

Your days ain't looking sunny

But keep pushing my **** and soon you gonna get money

Yeah, shit can get lovely

I know you grinding right now, dog, and shit looking ugly

Your days ain't looking sunny

But keep pushing my **** and soon you gonna get money

Yeah, shit can get lovely

Who would ever think

That same kid running down the street

I'll grow up to push coops on chrome feet

And my crib could go on cribs

Champagne in the fridge, Gucci shit for my kid

Money counter on my kitchen island

Fly shit, got the bitch's eying

Can't fuck with me but these **** trying

I can walk you play for play through a boss course

Grew up in the ghetto, now my crib by a golf course

Sun shining through my window in the morning on my patio

Taking business calls while you're snoring

It trips my family out to see what I became

For my life to change

I had to change my brain

I had to think outside of the box

I used to watch for the mailman parked outside

Waiting on my box

Now this rap shit tie my day up

Imagine where I'd be

If I woulda quit and gave up

Keep pushing

Yeah

For all my hustlers out there

Keep pushing, ****

Don't never quit

You'll never know when you gonna get your break

Oh, I know it's hard

But keep pushing