Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep Pushing, artist - Payroll Giovanni. Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep Pushing |
| I’m from a hood where everybody 'bout it |
| When I was broke I had to do something 'bout it |
| Dropping off work in many different houses |
| Granny cussed me out when she found a bunch of ounces |
| Like 'Boy don’t get this crib raided, you remind me of yo pops, early '90s late |
| I’m like 'Granny I’m just trying be all I can be' |
| I’m copping quarter birds trying to make it to a key |
| Hustling faithfully, trying to make my bread peal |
| But still feel like I’m running on a treadmill |
| Chasing after thousands, I’m trying to tread mills |
| When kingpin dreamin', just know the Feds real (Uh) |
| Man luxury is so far from my position |
| 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 dawg and shit lookin' ugly |
| Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah) |
| But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money |
| Yeah shit can get lovely |
| I know you grinding right now dawg and shit lookin' ugly |
| Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah) |
| But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money |
| Yeah shit can get lovely |
| I’m living in the basement, petty dealing |
| Had to hide my crack good 'cause my uncle always stealing |
| Walk through the door, moms and granny on the couch |
| Like 'Boy you got to get a job and take a other route' |
| Arguing and yelling at me, I just take it |
| They don’t understand my own path, I got to make it |
| They don’t understand I ain’t motive 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 got to get judged when I go home |
| Plus my right hand growing up, dead and gone |
| His killer dead too, but the pain lasted long |
| In my attempts to come up, got fucked up |
| Buying bad crack, fucked my last bucks up |
| But long as you’re still breathing, you can make a change |
| I ain’t never give up, even when I had the |
| I know you grinding right now dawg and shit lookin' ugly |
| Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah) |
| But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money |
| Yeah shit can get lovely |
| I know you grinding right now dawg and shit lookin' ugly |
| Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah) |
| But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money |
| Yeah shit can get lovely |
| Who would ever think that same kid running down the street |
| Would grow up to push coupes on chrome feet |
| And my crib can go on Cribs |
| Champagne in the fridge, Gucci shit for my kid |
| Money counter on my kitchen island |
| Fly shit got the bitches eyeing |
| Can’t fuck with me but these niggas trying |
| I could 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 |
| taking business calls, while you snoring |
| A trip my family out to see what I became |
| For my life to change, I had to change my brain |
| 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 be, if I wouldn’t quit and gave up |
| Keep pushing |