Pushin’ On Lyrics – Just Jrod

Pushin’ On Lyrics by Just Jrod

Lately I’ve been feelin like a king
My guardian angel wear her crown as a halo
I’ve been on this wave since thirteen
I knew at a young age sh#t ain’t always what it seems

n#gg#s wild out on they Instagram live
While they tryin to follow that, me been following my dreams
Ain’t nobody f#cking with the national regime
Tell me if you got a problem, come an say it to my team

n#gg#
All I know is young n#gg# rap
I run the city, and I’m not giving it back
Even Chris Paul couldn’t handle these facts

I save up my stacks and plan my attack
I’m doper than coke in the back of a trap
One hit of this track have you wired like tap
I’m living my life like it’s golden, in fact

You broke and my pockеts is swoller than Shaq
I don’t give a f#ck on the rеal though
Ain’t nobody bagging like me, I’m Bilbo
Tryin to be the first to get my hands on a Mil

If you can’t f#ck with that get f#cked by a d#ldo, f#ck n#gg#
I don’t give a f#ck that simple, hotbox weed smoke blow through the window
Aye
I don’t give a f#ck on the real though (I don’t give a)

I don’t give a f#ck, that simple
Wait, recalibrate
Started from bottom, my n#gg#s relate
Blood with the n#gg#s that push on real weight

And they always on move so they lose it with haste
Workout strong
Me, I’m just pusin’ these rap songs
n#gg#s puttin hits out, I’m hitting on my bong

Earth in a cone, keeping my nights long
Money talks
Man I’m trying to make money, go write songs
Ok, who you think you f#cking with?

Cutting out Madula’s, the losers done formed a covenant
City where I Bueller’d the school and did some other sh#t
I traded in the form for a motherf#cking Mothership
Uh, that’s word to Badu

It’s verb, now haiku
My dividends gotta be unlimited
Money trees, Mary Jane the breeze
If I told you I’mma do it then I probably done did the sh#t

I don’t give a f#ck on the real though
Ain’t nobody bagging like me, I’m Bilbo
Tryin to be the first to get my hands on a Mil
If you can’t f#ck with that get f#cked by a d#ldo, f#ck n#gg#

I don’t give a f#ck that simple, hotbox weed smoke blow through the window
Aye
I don’t give a f#ck on the real though
I don’t give a f#ck, that simple
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Just Jrod Lyrics – Pushin’ On

Just Jrod

Pushin’ On