Sweeping Up

Sweeping up like a wooden brush

Gotta go hard cah nobody ain't pushing us

Gotta push yourself, got me pushing drugs

Look at what the struggle does, this rap game stuck with us

And yeah, my money went and doubled up

More bands on my age before I sign, I'm 'bout to fuck it up

I came out to run it up, them other **** dumb as fuck

Do it in my rubber gloves just to get my money up

Day traps for neek guys, but I was coming up

Runner trynna run it up

Don't get played till you've done enough

Gassed him up saying new waps, big bikes when the summer comes

Free to roam with the splash, I'm having fun, I need another jump

Anywhere I land I make the fiends come

Law of attraction, make the dreams come

In and out of jail; wanted or on bail

Since 16, I ain't had a clean run

6 meters on my mind and machine guns

Doing OT runs, I guess that's what the chi done

Cah I spent months in the trap and never seen mom

I ain't going home until the wendy on knees done

Used to leave **** no receipt, no refund

Me and my people, I'ma fuck around and need plugs

I let 'em heat smoke, you might see dust

Can't get fed because nobody's trynna feed us

This for all my **** going hard until they're freed up

Can't you see I stay G'd up?

Anytime I get gassed and go mad, it's like the police come

It's like the heat comes

But I ain't tryna slow down

You owe me dough, I'll leave your crib smoked out

You ever locked a whole town?

You the type of guys to run and hide when it goes down

Either graft or get nicked and send another kid down

I ain't licked one shot, my whole fling sold out

Flow to close my eye and rinse the holes round

But I gotta stick to the vision, getting close now

The amount of missions that I did to put dough down

Wore that same trackie, I can make my own clothes now

Yo, this rap shit's easy, I've got no doubt

Labels wanna sign me, I'ma hold out

C house, that's the dope house

I was a bad little yute but I'm grown now

I'ma play the dice, let it roll out

I'ma smoke my cali and zone out

Old friends keep phoning my phone now

I just act like I don't know now

I don't care about no clout

Run it up and put dough down

Real rap came, love from my home town

The amount of food that I've broke down

Can't wait till my show's sold out

All them cold night on the couch, tryna cop my old house

But you never get fed with a closed mouth

Three stales get deaded, Joe, Kenny gotta go now

Something's getting deaded if I roll out

Sweeping up like a wooden brush

Gotta go hard cah nobody ain't pushing us

Gotta push yourself, got me pushing drugs

Look at what the struggle does, this rap game stuck with us

And yeah, my money went and doubled up

More bands on my age before I sign, I'm 'bout to fuck it up

I came out to run it up, them other **** dumb as fuck

Do it in my rubber gloves just to get my money up

(Look at what the struggle does, this rap game's stuck with us)