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Smoke Emerson - Stay Pushing (Official Audio)
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George Roblin
George Roblin
Songwriter
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Joshua Whatman
Joshua Whatman
Producer

Lyrics

I got some brothers that are crooks but you know they ain't crooked Shorty got them looks but you know she ain't looking Did it by the books but you know we ain't booking Had some days shook but you know we stay pushing Said you know we ain't Red dotting at success that's my only aim I was settling for my less in my lonely days Now I make sure that they represent where we been From where the homies came, laws of power forty-eight I been had that forty drained, shorty said she got a man I don't know but know she came Looking back I only prayed for my brothers better days On my mental it was mental all my thoughts were only yay Now I got the propane lit, need that cocaine whip with the Jose tipping Man I got em saying no they We be on that criminal justice, and we don't rock with none of that if it don't touch us Bro be quick to jump quick if his bro touch shit Fifth of four hundred sniffing those muskets That's those big double barrels, in the crib couple Sheryl's Quiver sick couple arrows, with the shits couple pharaoh's Witnesses the Deniro's Penmanship, that's my ticket out ticket in Betterment, fresh as fuck, peppermint Talking shit you never did, never lived Me I'm growing flowers out that sediment Yeah I got that dope but I ain't pedalling Soul but I ain't selling it, holding out for excellence Molded from the messes and a rope that I ain't severing Bro I'm catching everything they throw but I ain't Edelman Y'all are witnessing my will and testament Working in the mill to bring those medals in You weren't with me shooting in the gym Or with the knife against my skin So tell me why I give a fuck if you don't mess with it You ain't really want it I could tell you don't invest in it Lotta empty bottles I ain't seen no fucking messages All of them done left me bitch so I got nothing left to gives Cold hearted you could quit it with the friendly shit I ain't have a lane so I invented it Man I gave everything I have to own the pencil and the pad So I could tell the difference in the ones that's renting it Put my brother's sentence in these sentences Madness in the method, deal with panic and depression But these damages just led him on a path to his redemption It's a shame they didn't know who they were leaving When they left him I got some brothers that are crooks but you know they ain't crooked Shorty got them looks but you know she ain't looking Did it by the books but you know we ain't booking Had some days shook but you know we stay pushing
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