Текст песни Progress (feat. ChinoSparks) - SotoKnows

(Yeah, whoa)
(Big OZ, 1X shit, know how I'm rocking)
(What up Frado!)
(Chino I see you!)
(Soto what's up!)
(Aye!)

This life's just a risk, but I gotta get it either way
They trynna count me out the game, shit I ain't come to play
They never see the bigger picture, til you jumping out the frame
Them niggas always gonna follow when you make you own lane
I push the pace, I'm just with the gang trynna progress
I'm just with the gang trynna progress
I'm just with the gang trynna progress
I'm just with the gang

Bitch I live a fast life, money coming different ways
Pimping in my past life, I just want what's owed to me
I'm stepping in the newest shit, really that shit old to me
Kit full Camo, while I'm stomping in these solider Ree's
I never knew a nigga that could do it like muah
I'm trynna see a million dollars, fuck punching a clock
I never played ball much, but I handled the rock
I can't take this shit for granted, cause they wanting my spot
They wanting my spot, I step back, shooting my shot
I thank the Lord for the method, cause it made me a lot
I gotta watch who come around, cause niggas want what I got
And you can get a plate, I just want my piece of the pie
Corleon Vito, craps no Ceelo
The money stick to a nigga fingers like Cheetos
The fit bouta brick, nigga coulda bought a kilo
Niggas really ain't fucking with the gang, nigga we know!

This life's just a risk, but I gotta get it either way
They trynna count me out the game, shit I ain't come to play
They never see the bigger picture, til you jumping out the frame
Them niggas always gonna follow when you make you own lane
I push the pace, I'm just with the gang trynna progress
I'm just with the gang trynna progress
I'm just with the gang trynna progress
Bitch I'm just with the gang

Camo on my body, I'm feeling like John Cena
In this arena, We be going ape shit
Like king ceaser
Preaching on the beats, Just know imma true believer
Look up to the sky And pray that I don't meet the reaper
We knock the speakers,For real, On the grind
No looking back, Give a fuck how you feel
Done spent a lot but I could make it back
Heart up on my sleeve,I say we done, There ain't no fake in that
Y'all replicating flows, Moving like clones it's time to take it back
My progress Is the process
Money, power, respect Is whats sitting on my conscious
Lying on your tracks, really been wack, now lets be honest
They all expecting the shine without buffing out all the polish
It's time to use that elbow grease
Don't make call the frees, Pull out M.O.P, If you can't pay that fee
We on a timing that they can not see
I close my eyes And catch a body with that third eye beam (Bow)

Life's just a risk
Missing for a minute, Shit I couldn't get a grip
Had me for a second in a sunken abyss
No more Mr. Nice Guy, flipping the script
Shape shifted to a Daredevil, watch me do a trick
Like Evel Knievel I hit the gas
Don't got time for slow money, I need it fast
So I push the pace, like I'm Ja Morant
And keep my brother in the loop, Like I'm Toucan Sam
I put in work, go time, like Kobe in the clutch
Properly prepped to tear these mother fuckers up
Just pass me the Backwoods, and a bag of the Runtz
Then play a Chino beat, we gone make a hit for fun
I got a passion for rapping, team full of problems
They're thinking "Oh Boy", like the kid was from Harlem
Look what I did, all these punches, I ain't making a fist
I'm just fighting for a chance at this life that I'm meant