Aspects - Succeed lyrics

[Intro:] Uh! Let's get it [Verse 1:] These haters tryna knock me down like the twin towers Put you underground they go send flowers I'm heavy that's probly why your men sour The chevy ain't f**ing with the benz power You go sign a hitlist if you don't mid your business End up dead the feds won't find a witness I'm tryna get it all ain't no time to chill I'm independent but I ball like I signed a deal I'm on a grind for mil so I can cease tax And relax it for them n***as bumping G bax And cutting birds moving yae in the bundles And f** the suburbs I was raised in the jungle Deep in the game is the gang and the mob Can't get a job so we slang and we rob We cash cheques and blast tecs Shout out to Paragraph and Aspects [Chorus:] They try to keep me down they never succeed I always find a way back to ma feet It's me against the world and it's always been And ma hands they always dirty they never clean [Repeat] [Verse 2:] You can never keep me down only way is to k** me I will be, filthy rich homie you will see But for now hustle hard to get ma paper up They more we succeed the more these b**hes hating us They can never keep me down always find ma way back k**ers always stay strapped catch you where you stay at So go ahead and hate us show us where your grave at Leave you relaxed in these streets homie laid back You in the jungle where a bundle can mean your life With cops k**ing kids out here they don't leave you right Now I could barely read or write when I first saw d**h Now we they new generation and we all that's left Sure we slanging bout the stretch and f**ing pie holes Gotta eat in these streets dog it's survival Doing what I gotta do here each and eveyday Even if it means that we have to push the heavy weight [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm heavy in the game I ain't gonna lie Ma sh** is tipping off the scales I live a gudda life Everywhere I got I get the block high I'm from a city where you see a lot of Glocks rise Purple blunts both ma hands full of cash and grams Posted up i'm making grands chopping up the corner stands Pushing weight like God damn yeah I got alot fam Bumps in ma pockets when i'm standing losing my pants Getting stash cause i'm putting in work I'm on the grind everyday for whatever it's worth Hell yeah, I won't stop till i'm dead in the dirt Making big moves left and while your feelings get hurt Hefty with ma [?] Shut the f** up or you get slapped out of it Cause I don't have time for your bullsh** bucket My advice to you is don't even bother start it [Chorus]