Lyrics

[Intro: Choir] Oooh, yeah [Chorus: Choir] I've got to make it, keep on pushin' I've got to make it, keep on pushin' Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin') I've got to make it, keep on pushin' I've got to make it, keep on pushin' Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin') [Verse 1: Xavy Rusan] Yeah, fuck what you sayin' If you ain't walkin' how you talkin', then you standin' in the way of me, get in it, gotta eat Jobs ain't payin' and you know I ain't playin' so I'm ridin' with my nigga that he never signed deceit Jam to that Gucci, y'all hoochie all on my line That coochie all on my mind, that LUCCI all in the dresser Don't know why you simpin', I'm gamin' her like I'm pimpin' I'm tellin' all of my women get the most not the lesser I drive a Kompressor, they got me livin' under pressure These coppas D-Days be puttin' niggas in the stretcher I'm hopin' for the better for knowin' just how the came go Never believin' 'em when they tellin' me it's rainbows Bitch, I know better, go-getter from birthday Gather all the gains, I'm needin' 'em in the worst way Never take naps, my off day's a workday Get your wife cracked, she throw it back like Thursday, nigga [Chorus: Choir] I've got to make it, keep on pushin' I've got to make it, keep on pushin' Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin') I've got to make it, keep on pushin' I've got to make it, keep on pushin' Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin') [Verse 2: Xavy Rusan] No short change, I need it all and then some Set another goal, the outcome was income Head uptown my show starts at nighttime No phone calls, I gotta stay in my right mind I right poems when I'm up all night Gettin' nude in the studio, then fuck on sight Never let it interfere with my plans ahead I let 'em beg for the pussy, I demand the bread A wittle middle map nigga since the E.I days Tryna find another way to flip a GI made More swagger than the hits off T.I made I'm tryna get 'til these motherfuckers see I'm paid I'ma pimp in my own mind at the goalline Never hit my phone line 'til it's go time 'Cause all I ever do is rise and grind Betcha ass I'ma spaz when it's time to shine, nigga [Chorus: Choir] I've got to make it, keep on pushin' I've got to make it, keep on pushin' Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin') I've got to make it, keep on pushin' I've got to make it, keep on pushin' Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin') [Verse 3: Xavy Rusan] Same me, new verse, yeah, etcetera, nigga Boutta walk up in the label like I'm better than niggas Ain't nobody out here lyrically ahead of a nigga So that promoter never treat me like a regular nigga I came straight from the muddy Mississippi With a no-limit tape been a fit for Henny I tried to tell 'em as a kid I'ma get it how I live Now you ask around the hood, I run the fuckin' city It ain't a game, boy, when you was playin' with a GameBoy, I was gettin' game from old heads So why you hatin' on the side? Let me take you on a ride with your bitch, got my stomach on her forehead Against all lies, the heat gon' rise, so keep your eyes upon the baller shit that we spoke about Know I speak no lies and weep no cries I ain't got no time to let it be some shit I hope about, I've gotta make it [Chorus: Choir] I've got to make it, keep on pushin' I've got to make it, keep on pushin' You can make it, keep on pushin' You can make it, keep on pushin' Come, let's slide, keep on pushin' Come, let's stride, we've got to make it Oh-ho-ho-oh, yeah (We've got to make it, we've got to make it) We've got to make it (We've got to make it) Some ho (We've got to make it) Some ho