Текст песни PUSHIN' (RIP PUSHA 2) - Money Green

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RIP Matt
RIP Mike
Free Doe

I hear you telling me
Keep pushin
Keep goin don't stop
I got my eyes to the top
But got my hand on the Glock
They don't wanna see me win
They rather see me gettin locked
Rather see me in a cell
Rather see me in a box
I ain't scared I'm prepared
I got it on come shop
First they took Mike
And then they took Matt
I won't never get my niggas back
It be hard to stomach that
Tryna keep my shit intact
I'm tempted lil nigga
Move the wrong way
I might snap
All the crowd heard was
Splat
Now his brains in his lap
And I ain't even move a muscle
I let gang handle that
I just be laid back
Tryna see what they on first
Studying they moves
I been doing my homework
Maneuver thru the crew
I'm tryna see who they know first
So when I make a move
I'm a make sure they gone hurt
And feel the same pain that I did
When I split a nigga wig
Walk up in a nigga crib
Kill his ass with the cig
Kill his ass where he live
Meet his ass in hell like what it do
And kill his ass again
But thats just how I feel nigga
You gone take alot of L's
When you a real nigga
Lost so many of my brothers
Out here in that field nigga
Pop a lotta percs and blow woods
Tryna deal with it
But that pain that I feel nigga
Its never gone heal nigga
It's killing me inside
But I just gotta live wit it
Really wish my boys
Had got the upper hand
It's fucked up
Cause I won't see my boys again
And that's the type of pain
That turn a boy into a man
These niggas hit the stand
And get to singing
Like they boys to men
But I just keep pushin
Unc just turned 50
He say he gone keep cooking
Tryna do this shit B I
Like I'm from Brooklyn
Riding with mo guns the T I
Hope they don't book
But that's different story
Dredy riding wit a different 40
I told kilo put them bitches on em
I'm riding with this Tommy
I'm finna cancel Christmas on em
I felt that love change
You got distant on me
I peeped yo vibe
You moving different on me
Damn I miss my dogs
I swear I miss my homies
Thinking bout my nigga Mike
Brought tears to my eyes
Know you'd have me laughing
If you was still alive
I know death is for certain
But yours it killed me inside
If I ain't have my cousin Matt
I probably wouldn't have survived
I wouldn't have made it thru
All them nights
We spent thuggin
How the fuck
I let em take you too
We used to ride together
Get high together
Even cried together
We should've died together
And I know you in the sky forever
We took risk and did dirt
Was out here on our grind forever