Runaway Studios - Don't Push Me lyrics

[Produced by: Team Galaxy] [Video Produced by: Runaway Studios] [Intro: Lil Rottie] Don't push me n***a! Next Level! Don't push me n***a! Let's get it! Grrrrah! [Hook: Lil Rottie & (Fred Honcho)] Don't push me n***a (Don't push me n***a) Don't push me n***a (Don't push me n***a) Don't push me n***a (Don't push me n***a) Don't push me n***a (Don't push me n***a) Don't push me n***a (Don't push me n***a) Don't push me n***a (Don't push me n***a) Don't push me n***a (Don't push me n***a) Don't push me n***a [Verse 1: Fred Honcho] As long as you know me, you better not push me sh** might get real, my mom didn't raise no p**y n***as be tough til my mans run up on you Their heaters are somethin, ain't baked like a cookie I ain't got no beef, man, I do not pick sides Comin up out, was tryin not to dickride I'm just doin my thing, bout to get me a job, then a deal, then we out, gotta take care of my mom and the fam Holler gon pay off, yes that is the plan I am so fly I don't think I won't land Free Cuz Ron Moolie, he caught in a jam Heard bout the news, I was sick, I'm like damn Man I'm always on the same sh** Young n***a, big dreams in my lane b**h Somethin crazy out your mouth you get changed quick Next Level be the team, we go HAM b**h But it's back to the hot sh** These n***as p**y man, these n***as just pop sh** He better not push me or I hit him with the hot sh** Like how you'll find me man, put him in a box b**h These n***as rap, yo they snitchin to the cops sh** These n***as broke talkin bout they on the block sh** They say they bout it, no, I bet they never popped sh** Don't understand how a n***a tell a lie quick [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Rottie] I'm on my way to the top, they ain't stoppin me Fake n***as always want to be a part of me Tell the truth, I guess that's how it be (Word) n***as beef over b**hes that's usually (Word) Real n***as in the field that's number three (Word) Just lettin you know that you better not push me sh** might get real I run as a rookie I started on the block where n***as wasn't p**y I had a new plan and the film was cookin Money and the fame, now scouts is lookin Free my cuz Lachez sorry was tooken (Word) But it got bad, keep on writin hella rap (Word) Every time I'm lookin back, I'm mad I wasn't serious On the train to the top, now I'm the furthest His grindin, to see the view above And I ain't gon stop til I push to see the real love Fake n***as throwin shade on me p**y a** n***as, that sh** don't faze me Just up right now, yeah, the booth getting wavy (Word) Let me tell you how many kids is havin babies (A lot!) That's why I keep the real round me, and none of them be crazy p**y n***as mad, real fake, real lazy n***as switched up on the road, n***as lie I ain't say a rhyme to the n***a you k**ed And it's all facts, I'm speakin the real Some n***as chill, some n***as lie, some f** n***as still rap, no the f** I'm not [Breakdown: Lil Rottie] (It's that real rap) Bars man! Doin me man, tryna get this f**in deal, tryna get up out of here n***a That's all n***a, I'm tryna make it Somewhere in life, you know? I'ma keep grindin n***a! Look up, you gon see me there, look up in the air n***a [Hook]