Will-Lean - Still Push'n lyrics

(*Al Pacino in Scarface*) Hey f** you mayn, who put this thing together Me that's who, who do I trust me [Shook] We got the blocks on fire, live wire my connect On daily blocks of what I need, to keep the streets dripping wet When I started slanging crack, I didn't think I'd be a victim Now I'm realizing that hustling, is just as f**ing addictive You'll get in won't get out, can't get out because your proud And plus a lot of n***as, chopping up your block on don't stoppers Shoppers coming out, it's the first of the month And I'll be damned if I don't get my slice of the pie, to ride by high and stunt blunted In a coupe, we out the roof of the car Gave a f** bout the police, because they know who we are We get anything you need, soft hard or weed f** with me it's garunteed, make your block bleed Got some n***as with the crack, my b**hes holding my caine Got some B.G.'s, selling all my weed for fame You can tell the federalies, that I said this I need a million just for living, f** I'm dying to get rich I'm in the game [Hook - 4x] Still pushing crack, still pushing crack Still pushing-still pushing crack, still pushing crack still pushing [Will-Lean] Gram added cold, supplying these ki's A thousand grams a brick, I'm multiplying these G's Yeah king pins of the South, we supplying the streets We taking the whole cake, we ain't buying a piece Even though we paid in full, we still trying to eat Daydreaming bout this cash, we ain't trying to sleep yeah I make you eat the medal, way before you reach the pedal Now you bout to meet the devil, way before the beef is settled You never seen that level, hitting licks and stacking racks All night in the trap, whipping bricks and bagging packs n***a face the fact, you ain't never held a gat Take that sh** to Hollywood, if you wanna sell that act And fin 57, I get the feel of the grip And it feels kinda heavy, when I fill up the clip n***a So watch that van, when it peel up the strip And I ain't talking bout gas, when I fill up your whip n***a [Hook - 4x] [C-Note] Still pushing crack, still pushing smack matter fact Put it on 20, 28 they be coming back n***as know who to sco' from, when they want they goods Now they blowing trees, letting birds fly out the hood Coming to my town, damn right you can get it cheap Know I know some people, that's gon keep it round ten a ki' I'm 16, and I'm still pushing foreign cars Around my way, yeah they call me Young Escobar And I'm set to hit the highway, the fly way As long as these twenty ki's, gon by Friday At twenty five apiece, a n***a gotta eat Now multiply that at least, like once a week I came a long way, from buying winds and buying flippers I'm up there with them stars, like the big dipper On the hound, like two hoes with Jack Tripper Headed out of town, two ki's in they zipper [Hook - 4x] (*singing*) For once, in my life (still pushing crack, still pushing crack) I found someone who, makes me smile (still pushing crack, still pushing crack-still pushing) - 2x For once, in my life I found someone who, makes me smile