Push the Line (feat. Whispers & Sheek Louch)

Tryna get my mind right out here

Put in my work and collect

I like to eat

I like to have a good time

Vinny Idol, ****

Couple down in the sweats

Nice watch, nice coupe, loud on the set

You ain't built for this shit, you ain't allowed in the set (Uh-uh)

Told my mom I'm a G and I'm proud of this shit (I'm a G)

My mentality was warped

Twenty years later, my mentality is sauce (Sauce)

Whole crew drip, test us, you a corpse

Nobody wanna die but somebody wanna kill

Anybody but your body'll probably be a thrill (Thrill)

Y'all **** is on somethin', probably be a pill

Who am I to judge? I already know the deal

DA gave the deal and the judge gave the sentencing

You gotta do the time, now you want a **** killed?

(You want him killed?)

I know the pain from the slums (The pain)

I seen the pain from a gun (I seen it)

Yeah I'm familiar with it all

You wanna ball but you're dealing with the killers in the hall

Wanna stall on 'em but you won't be the one to take a fall

Then you get a strap, and you let that shit clap

And the word spread around that you was with it all (You was with it)

Now you on the corner thinking you a winner

But you could be a goner, it's hotter than a sauna (Hot)

I'ma tell you, slow down, ****

And watch them low-down **** that keep the four pound, ****

Ghost

You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone

Most homies don't make it back from where we call home

You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads

Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line

Ooh, push the line

Ooh

You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads

An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line

Couple pounds in the crib

Gun on the kitchen table, rounds in the fridge

Run up in the place on some home invasion shit

Yon gon' be the cock sucker that they found in the ditch (Cock sucker)

I say, peace and move the whole thing (Peace)

The new God born from the old king

I don't wear a nose ring but I let the news ring

Beat you with the butt of the gun, you **** sewing

Crafty, knowing the game sticky like taffy (Sticky)

I could show the man to the plug, he might blast me (He might)

Police could put a **** in cuffs, still blast me

I ain't telling nobody shit, they ain't ask me

Don't ask me shit, my ****, it's in my cash fee

A smart man is known to drive from the backseat

Have you **** runnin' and jumping like you athletes

I'ma let the first shot off like it's a track meet

You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone

Most homies don't make it back from where we call home

You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads

Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line

Ooh, push the line

Ooh

You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads

An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line

Good with some smart ****, most of them have no brain

Didn't graduate, but **** move that cocaine

Couple things I did I regret, but I'm not sane

One thing I did was show **** that I'm not playing

'Member I was young playing tag, it was mad hot (No doubt)

Used to see my dad coming in and out the crack spot

**** act tough, jump out, then he get shot

Yardy in the window yelling out, what the blood clot?

Oh my God, I caught a case again

Bullshit judge tryna see my face again (Woo)

Ran with a lot of me, here from eight in there

See this gun wrap? They won't make it there (D-block)

Push the line (Ay)

Ain't speak to you in years, you ain't no friend of mine (Uh-uh)

Only Styles P and Jada, bitch, bottom line

Black hoody, black skully, wintertime

Oh, push the line

You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone

Most homies don't make it back from where we call home

You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads

Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line

Ooh, push the line

Ooh

You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads

An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone

Push the line