Pushin' Weight (feat. Mr. Short Khop)

I got lyrics that wake up spirits

They show me how to make big hits and spend digits

Can you dig it?

You fed, you dead, see red

My, lead, your head, I fed, like you, shit

I got rhymes, push that shit like weight

My **** Lincoln help me navigate

Through this hate retaliate, it's official

I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb

When I hit you, uh

Push the issue, my ghetto dope is amazin'

The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'

That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under

Girl, no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder

The frozen tundra ain't cold enough

And baby ain't old enough

For this game, I'm rollin' up

D-zam, it feels good to be the Don

Straight legit, while **** like Gotti just sit

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

I hold zone like a Corleone

No more fuckin' with that homegrown, hit the shit we on

The rodeos and the baguettes, you still fuckin' with them faggots

We turn haters into maggots

Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash

You broke ass **** learn to mash, like me

Constantly put the hustle down

With four or five **** that's musclebound

Send your head to the taxidermist

Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a Thermos

You got to earn this, you can't take it

Can't fake it, got to live it or we gots to visit

Who is it? The exquisite, Don Mega

Walkin' with my entourage, I think I'm better, makin' chedder

You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag, recognize the flag

You better get back, everybody want to do it like me

I got it made, been makin' rap money since the tenth grade

(Cha-ching) Since the tenth grade

(Cha-ching) What you need?

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit

Uncandid, it's the young bandit

Fresh out the trenches, the wood works

City of the champion, where the hoods lurk

In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots and kick rocks

From shattered glass, down to pick locks

Want chips by the lot, you **** scramblin' for bullion

And settle for crumbs and croutons

I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers

Bitch, ****, get swallowed by the armadillos

Ain't no harmin' me, the army full ornery ****, you can't see

So, while you taste bitches and Saturn's livin' janky

I hangs with **** who got patterns on they hankies

After Ben Frankies, with the big skull and eye

You **** bound and nullified

Sit back and mine stack, it multiply

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

A yeah, yeah

I push rhymes like weight

I push rhymes like weight

(A yeah, yeah)

Ice Cube, makin' my money in the rap game

Then some of you can with a bird in your hand (A yeah, yeah)

Puttin' it down

We wanted in fifty states for this weight

(A yeah, yeah)

Pushin' rhymes like weight

Pushin' rhymes like weight

(A yeah, yeah)

Yeah, blaze one for the nation

(A yeah, yeah)

You know my name

You know my name (A yeah, yeah)

You know my name

Yeah, some of you fools just got in it and think you gon' change the game

You ain't changin' nothin'

I been doin' this, I been doin' this

Yeah, ask about me

Ask about me