Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweeping Up, artist - Meekz. Date of issue: 15.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sweeping Up |
| Producer tag |
| Sweeping up like a wooden brush |
| Gotta go hard because nobody ain’t pushing us |
| Gotta push yourself, got me pushing drugs |
| Look at what the struggle does, this rap game is stuck with us |
| And yeah my money went and doubled up |
| More bands on my age before I sign, I bout to fuck it up |
| I came out to run it up, them other niggas dumb as fuck |
| Do it in my rubber gloves just to get my money up |
| Day traps for neek guys, but I was coming up |
| Runner trynna run it up |
| Don’t get played till you’ve done enough |
| Gassed him up saying new waps, big bikes when the summer comes |
| Free to rome with the splash, I’m having fun, I need another jump |
| Anywhere I land I make the fiends come |
| Law of attraction, make the dreams come |
| In and out of jail; |
| wanted or on bail |
| Since 16, I ain’t had a clean run |
| 6 meters on my mind and machine guns |
| Doing OT runs, I guess that’s what the chi done |
| Cus I spent months in the trap and never seen mom |
| I ain’t going home until the wendy on knees done |
| Used to leave niggas no receipt, no refund |
| Me and my people, Imma fuck out and need plugs |
| I let the heat smoke, you might see dust |
| Can’t get fed because nobody’s trynna feed us |
| This for all my niggas going hard until they’re freed up |
| Can’t you see I stay G’d up? |
| Anytime I get gassed and go mad, it’s like the please come |
| It’s like the heat comes |
| But I ain’t trynna slow down |
| You owe me dough, I’ll leave your crib smoked out |
| You ever locked a whole town? |
| You the type of guys to run and hide when it goes down |
| Either graft or get nicked and send another kid down |
| I ain’t licked one shot, my whole fling sold out |
| Flow to close my eye and rinse the holes round |
| But I gotta stick to the vision, getting close now |
| The amount of missions that I did to put dough down |
| Wore that same trackie, I can make my own clothes now |
| Yo, this rap shits easy, I’ve got no doubt |
| Labels wanna sign me, Imma hold out |
| C house that’s the dope house |
| I was a bad little yute but I’m grown now |
| Imma play the dice, let it roll out |
| Imma smoke my cali and zone out |
| Old friends keep phoning my phone now |
| I just act like I don’t know now |
| I don’t care about no clout |
| Run it up and put dough down |
| Real rap came, love from my home town |
| The amount of food that I’ve broke down |
| Can’t wait till my show’s sold out |
| All them cold night on the couch, trynna cop my old house |
| But you never get fed with a close mouth |
| Three stales get deaded, Joe, Kenny gotta go now |
| Something’s getting deaded if I roll out |
| Sweeping up like a wooden brush |
| Gotta go hard because nobody ain’t pushing us |
| Gotta push yourself, got me pushing drugs |
| Look at what the struggle does, this rap game is stuck with us |
| And yeah my money went and doubled up |
| More bands on my age before I sign, I’m bout to fuck it up |
| I came out to run it up, them other niggas dumb as fuck |
| Do it in my rubber gloves just to get my money up |
| Look at what the struggle does, this rap game’s struck with us |