Lyrics Sweeping Up - Meekz

Sweeping Up

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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