Keep Pushing

[Hook: Chamillionaire] ‘Cause I’ve been up and I’ve been down And if it’s one thing that I’ve found You gotta keep pushing baby I swear it feels like we almost made it We on the way up, yeah, don’t look down ‘Cause we so high off the ground But you gotta keep pushing baby To the top, yeah, we almost made it [Verse 1: Saigon] I relate more to struggle than to corks and the bubbles Your pain’s never champagne when you always in trouble I’m at the dealership but I’m selling these cars It’s a result of collecting my second felony charge Watching fellows get lost, spitting bullshit bars It’s like a mirage—niggas only write for the broads As far as I could recall, there was only one tar One teacher, one king, one God, it seem all Rookies, they don’t respect the sport Like they totally forgot Kane's second thought— They don’t seem to reflect no more That’s why they coming out sounding so similar It’s quite confusing for you remember the Originator. Boy, do I hate ‘em—fuck a perpetrator Hater, record label slave trader My story the recipe of a grown man Had to go put my destiny in my own hands [Hook] [Verse 2 - Saigon] I ain’t emerged to tell you how I splurge on the birds I don’t give 'emnothing but word and still hit the curves Then swerve to another nerve—murder superb They heard of Giddy like they heard of the word 33 and a third of what I spit—this verbally is absurd Never 33 and a third. It’s addictive as herb, you heard? Come try and punk a nigga I run you over, hit your head with the bumper sticker It's gon' take a month to fix you I'm being sincere when I say that you’ll be in intensive care I don’t think you really wanna visit there Flow water, words float like a motor boat Been there and done it, dummy; I know the ropes—quote, unquote Front on me, I go for broke. Smoke with me, it’s tote for tote Joke with me, I’m funny as Kevin Hart making Oprah jokes Oops I told joke twice, but that’s aight These motherfuckers know that I’m nice [Hook]