(feat. Will-Lean, Shook)



[Al Pacino in Scarface]

Hey fuck you mayn, who put this thing together

Me that's who, who do I trust me



[Shook:]

We got the blocks on fire, live wire my connect

On daily blocks of what I need, to keep the streets dripping wet

When I started slanging crack, I didn't think I'd be a victim

Now I'm realizing that hustling, is just as fucking addictive

You'll get in won't get out, can't get out because your proud

And plus a lot of niggaz, chopping up your block on don't stoppers

Shoppers coming out, it's the first of the month

And I'll be damned if I don't get my slice of the pie, to ride by high and stunt blunted

In a coupe, we out the roof of the car

Gave a fuck bout the police, because they know who we are

We get anything you need, soft hard or weed

Fuck with me it's garunteed, make your block bleed

Got some niggaz with the crack, my bitches holding my caine

Got some B.G.'s, selling all my weed for fame

You can tell the federalies, that I said this

I need a million just for living, fuck I'm dying to get rich I'm in the game



[Hook: x4]

Still pushing crack, still pushing crack

Still pushing-still pushing crack, still pushing crack still pushing



[Will-Lean:]

Gram added cold, supplying these ki's

A thousand grams a brick, I'm multiplying these G's

Yeah king pins of the South, we supplying the streets

We taking the whole cake, we ain't buying a piece

Even though we paid in full, we still trying to eat

Daydreaming bout this cash, we ain't trying to sleep yeah

I make you eat the medal, way before you reach the pedal

Now you bout to meet the devil, way before the beef is settled

You never seen that level, hitting licks and stacking racks

All night in the trap, whipping bricks and bagging packs

Nigga face the fact, you ain't never held a gat

Take that shit to Hollywood, if you wanna sell that act

And fin 57, I get the feel of the grip

And it feels kinda heavy, when I fill up the clip nigga

So watch that van, when it peel up the strip

And I ain't talking bout gas, when I fill up your whip nigga



[Hook x4]



[C-Note:]

Still pushing crack, still pushing smack matter fact

Put it on 20, 28 they be coming back

Niggaz know who to sco' from, when they want they goods

Now they blowing trees, letting birds fly out the hood

Coming to my town, damn right you can get it cheap

Know I know some people, that's gon keep it round ten a ki'

I'm 16, and I'm still pushing foreign cars

Around my way, yeah they call me Young Escobar

And I'm set to hit the highway, the fly way

As long as these twenty ki's, gon by Friday

At twenty five apiece, a nigga gotta eat

Now multiply that at least, like once a week

I came a long way, from buying winds and buying flippers

I'm up there with them stars, like the big dipper

On the hound, like two hoes with Jack Tripper

Headed out of town, two ki's in they zipper



[Hook x4]



[singing:]

For once, in my life

(still pushing crack, still pushing crack)

I found someone who, makes me smile

(still pushing crack, still pushing crack-still pushing) [x2]

For once, in my life

I found someone who, makes me smile