Hook I Pushing Keep Pushing Pushing Keep Pushing Keep Pushing Pushing Keep Pushing Keep pushing until the end All Winners Compete All Twenty Sixteen Taking shots at the referee Place aim on the enemy Its all the same damn thing Some things never change Keep pushing until the end [Verse I] You already know what Im about Holyfield on Tyson I just came back with the knockout Connor McGregor The referee had to go and stop the bout Is it fair to compare El Chapo to Aldo though I dont know I mean I mean its Childish Where did Donald Glover go? They booed you off of the stage I mean its in your name You aint acting your age Im Chris Benoit with the flow though Flexing with the roid rage Road head minus the road rage Im paving my way to my lane change Oh God Damn It aint hard to see You aint as hard as me My flow is concrete Through the rain and the sleet Sleep is the cousin of death So I keep the heat in my bed sheets For the sheep that have been counting Zs on me Tell you a story Then I read them and weep I rose up from the pavement In front of the bank and thats a statement Its almost like you dont know how to state it after I say it its obvious not preposterous Im on some awesome shit All that drinking got you to comfortable Dont lean on me thinking youre untouchable Trust me You cant touch me But I guarantee your city fucks with me you and your boys have been a little bit quiet Couldnt make any noise Because no one will buy it Your shit is not lit Its silent like a dry hit Like a billboard when we see you We drive right by it Hook II Im looking for my friends All Winter Sixteen All Summer Sixteen You all know what it is You all know what I mean You all know what it do We all wanting that green Im looking for my friends Bridge Its time to put the weed out Clears Throat Let me talk to em [Verse II] Lost a lot of friends Some sent to their graves Some went different ways Summer riding waves Some are riding waves Convo with M Train Gave me VIP at Juicy J He told me that I was onto something he made no assumptions A lot of people be putting in work But never had their hands in the dirt Too busy getting the mud on their knees Dont mind if I get the blood on my leaves Im one of a kind A beautiful mind Your credit declined thats a sign Youre crossing the line youre wasting my time Too focused on the outcome Keeping it under my thumb But I never bit my tongue More of that where it came from Too much to look forward to To be wasting my words on you You aint got a whole lot to show or prove Im already out here and Im paying my dues I rather stack bread with the people I lunch with I rather fine dine with the bitches I fuck with Youre like Lil Wayne with the Truckfit Im more like Alexander Wang with the outfit We aint cut from the same cloth Im tailored and youre too Kriss Kross I dont stand behind assholes Dont care to be shitted on Your lane is full of potholes Lucky I even mentioned you in a song I dont eat KFC So good luck riding in that bucket I keep it low key I dont open doors No need to budget budge it Hook III All Winter Sixteen All Summer Sixteen Pushing until the end Looking for my friends When does it ever end? Bang
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