Lord Hector Diono - Keep Pushin lyrics

Verse one I can't come up off that bullsh** -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**h named winter say I'm colder Two rugers under my pillow posed to help sleep good how the f** I'm gon sleep good when my hood still tryin to eat good my baby momma ducked out how the f** 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 click keep droppin mo-sh** from a b**h keep poppin my hip to the hop keep rockin my cookers they keep coookin my lookers they keep lookin aint no n***a on my team on shook aint 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***a for cuttin my blow slapped his b**h with a chrome fo-fo n***a I'm a problem hell 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 a** bourgeois {Boo-Shua) O.G. give a f** who you are I can buy your b**h 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**h hated it [Bridge] My choppers they keep choppin my bricks from the click keep droppin mo-sh** from a b**h keep poppin my hip to the hop keep rockin my cookers they keep coookin my lookers they keep lookin aint no n***a on my team on shook aint 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**h 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 click wanna check they man ATL call me Hector and I'm the same motherf**a rollin next to ya I'm the same motherf**a that can get to ya a insane motherf**a with a tech for ya got a tribe in the west make a mess of ya and the realest motherf**a that'll wit-cha aint click 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 click keep droppin mo-sh** from a b**h keep poppin my hip to the hop keep rockin my cookers they keep coookin my lookers they keep lookin aint no n***a on my team on shook aint 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