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keep pushin - lord hector diono lyrics

intro]
verse one
i can’t come up off that bullsh-t -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 b-tch named winter say i’m colder
two rugers under my pillow posed to help sleep good how the f-ck i’m gon sleep good when my hood still tryin to eat good
my baby momma ducked out how the f-ck 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
[bridge]
my choppers they keep choppin
my bricks from the cl!ck keep droppin
mo-sh-t from a b-tch keep poppin
my hip to the hop keep rockin
my cookers they keep coookin
my lookers they keep lookin
ain’t no n-gga on my team on shook
ain’t gon find my game in a book -i keep pushin

[hook]
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 n-gga for cuttin my blow slapped his b-tch with a chrome fo-fo n-gga i’m a problem h-ll 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 -ss bourgeois {boo-shua) o.g. give a f-ck who you are
i can buy your b-tch 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 b-tch hated it
[bridge]
my choppers they keep choppin
my bricks from the cl!ck keep droppin
mo-sh-t from a b-tch keep poppin
my hip to the hop keep rockin
my cookers they keep coookin
my lookers they keep lookin
ain’t no n-gga on my team on shook
ain’t gon find my game in a book -i keep pushin

[hook]
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 b-tch 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 cl!ck wanna check they man
atl call me hector and i’m the same motherf-cka rollin next to ya
i’m the same motherf-cka that can get to ya
a insane motherf-cka with a tech for ya
got a tribe in the west make a mess of ya
and the realest motherf-cka that’ll wit-cha
ain’t cl!ck 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 cl!ck keep droppin
mo-sh-t from a b-tch keep poppin
my hip to the hop keep rockin
my cookers they keep coookin
my lookers they keep lookin
ain’t no n-gga on my team on shook
ain’t gon find my game in a book -i keep pushin

[hook]
i keep pushin
i keep pushin
i keep pushin
i keep pushin
i keep pushin
i keep pushin
i keep pushin

keep pushin (explicit ) by lord hector diono
produced by 5 starr
written by lord hector diono
© 2013 dark town music group mtv viacom international new york

- lord hector diono lyrics

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