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]