Keep Pushing - Payroll Giovanni

I’m from a hood where everybody 'bout it

When I was broke I had to do something 'bout it

Dropping off work in many different houses

Granny cussed me out when she found a bunch of ounces

Like 'Boy don’t get this crib raided, you remind me of yo pops, early '90s late

I’m like 'Granny I’m just trying be all I can be'

I’m copping quarter birds trying to make it to a key

Hustling faithfully, trying to make my bread peal

But still feel like I’m running on a treadmill

Chasing after thousands, I’m trying to tread mills

When kingpin dreamin', just know the Feds real (Uh)

Man luxury is so far from my position

Now I’m second guessing

'Is my life in the right direction?'

My sack in my pocket

Got my rocket for protection

Lord I need a plug or a blessing, please help me

I know you grinding right now dawg and shit lookin' ugly

Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah)

But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money

Yeah shit can get lovely

I know you grinding right now dawg and shit lookin' ugly

Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah)

But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money

Yeah shit can get lovely

I’m living in the basement, petty dealing

Had to hide my crack good 'cause my uncle always stealing

Walk through the door, moms and granny on the couch

Like 'Boy you got to get a job and take a other route'

Arguing and yelling at me, I just take it

They don’t understand my own path, I got to make it

They don’t understand I ain’t motive to live basic

I tried a job out but I just couldn’t take it

I’m dealing with enough stress, getting my hustle on

Plus I got to get judged when I go home

Plus my right hand growing up, dead and gone

His killer dead too, but the pain lasted long

In my attempts to come up, got fucked up

Buying bad crack, fucked my last bucks up

But long as you’re still breathing, you can make a change

I ain’t never give up, even when I had the

I know you grinding right now dawg and shit lookin' ugly

Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah)

But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money

Yeah shit can get lovely

I know you grinding right now dawg and shit lookin' ugly

Your days ain’t looking sunny (Nah)

But keep pushin' my nigga and soon you gon' get money

Yeah shit can get lovely

Who would ever think that same kid running down the street

Would grow up to push coupes on chrome feet

And my crib can go on Cribs

Champagne in the fridge, Gucci shit for my kid

Money counter on my kitchen island

Fly shit got the bitches eyeing

Can’t fuck with me but these niggas trying

I could walk you play for play through a boss course

Grew up in the ghetto, now my crib by a golf course

Sun shining through my window in the morning

taking business calls, while you snoring

A trip my family out to see what I became

For my life to change, I had to change my brain

Had to think outside of the box

I used to watch for the mailman, parked outside waiting on my box

Now this rap shit tie my day up

Imagine where I be, if I wouldn’t quit and gave up

Keep pushing