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Stay Pushing
by Smoke Emerson
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I got some brothers that are crooks but you know they ain't crooked
Shorty got them looks but you know she ain't looking
Did it by the books but you know we ain't booking
Had some days shook but you know we stay pushing
Said you know we ain't
Red dotting at success that's my only aim
I was settling for my less in my lonely days
Now I make sure that they represent where we been
From where the homies came, laws of power forty-eight
I been had that forty drained, shorty said she got a man
I don't know but know she came
Looking back I only prayed for my brothers better days
On my mental it was mental all my thoughts were only yay
Now I got the propane lit, need that cocaine whip with the Jose tipping
Man I got em saying no they
We be on that criminal justice, and we don't rock with none of that if it don't touch us
Bro be quick to jump quick if his bro touch shit
Fifth of four hundred sniffing those muskets
That's those big double barrels, in the crib couple Sheryl's
Quiver sick couple arrows, with the shits couple pharaoh's
Witnesses the Deniro's
Penmanship, that's my ticket out ticket in
Betterment, fresh as fuck, peppermint
Talking shit you never did, never lived
Me I'm growing flowers out that sediment
Yeah I got that dope but I ain't pedalling
Soul but I ain't selling it, holding out for excellence
Molded from the messes and a rope that I ain't severing
Bro I'm catching everything they throw but I ain't Edelman
Y'all are witnessing my will and testament
Working in the mill to bring those medals in
You weren't with me shooting in the gym
Or with the knife against my skin
So tell me why I give a fuck if you don't mess with it
You ain't really want it I could tell you don't invest in it
Lotta empty bottles I ain't seen no fucking messages
All of them done left me bitch so I got nothing left to gives
Cold hearted you could quit it with the friendly shit
I ain't have a lane so I invented it
Man I gave everything I have to own the pencil and the pad
So I could tell the difference in the ones that's renting it
Put my brother's sentence in these sentences
Madness in the method, deal with panic and depression
But these damages just led him on a path to his redemption
It's a shame they didn't know who they were leaving
When they left him
I got some brothers that are crooks but you know they ain't crooked
Shorty got them looks but you know she ain't looking
Did it by the books but you know we ain't booking
Had some days shook but you know we stay pushing
I got some brothers that are crooks but you know they ain't crooked
Shorty got them looks but you know she ain't looking
Did it by the books but you know we ain't booking
Had some days shook but you know we stay pushing
Said you know we ain't
Red dotting at success that's my only aim
I was settling for my less in my lonely days
Now I make sure that they represent where we been
From where the homies came, laws of power forty-eight
I been had that forty drained, shorty said she got a man
I don't know but know she came
Looking back I only prayed for my brothers better days
On my mental it was mental all my thoughts were only yay
Now I got the propane lit, need that cocaine whip with the Jose tipping
Man I got em saying no they
We be on that criminal justice, and we don't rock with none of that if it don't touch us
Bro be quick to jump quick if his bro touch shit
Fifth of four hundred sniffing those muskets
That's those big double barrels, in the crib couple Sheryl's
Quiver sick couple arrows, with the shits couple pharaoh's
Witnesses the Deniro's
Penmanship, that's my ticket out ticket in
Betterment, fresh as fuck, peppermint
Talking shit you never did, never lived
Me I'm growing flowers out that sediment
Yeah I got that dope but I ain't pedalling
Soul but I ain't selling it, holding out for excellence
Molded from the messes and a rope that I ain't severing
Bro I'm catching everything they throw but I ain't Edelman
Y'all are witnessing my will and testament
Working in the mill to bring those medals in
You weren't with me shooting in the gym
Or with the knife against my skin
So tell me why I give a fuck if you don't mess with it
You ain't really want it I could tell you don't invest in it
Lotta empty bottles I ain't seen no fucking messages
All of them done left me bitch so I got nothing left to gives
Cold hearted you could quit it with the friendly shit
I ain't have a lane so I invented it
Man I gave everything I have to own the pencil and the pad
So I could tell the difference in the ones that's renting it
Put my brother's sentence in these sentences
Madness in the method, deal with panic and depression
But these damages just led him on a path to his redemption
It's a shame they didn't know who they were leaving
When they left him
I got some brothers that are crooks but you know they ain't crooked
Shorty got them looks but you know she ain't looking
Did it by the books but you know we ain't booking
Had some days shook but you know we stay pushing
