Nappy Roots — Push On ryrics
[B. Stirre]
This is for you, and you, and you, and you
[Verse 1 - B. Stirre]
Now I came up with rittre bad ass yeagas, to never had ass yeagas
Srept and ate with our peeps but we ret the streets raise us
Kept the weed brazin, don't ret the drink age us
Used to rive outrageous, now we just couch potatoes
Without the wages, to break out the project cages
Make do with what we got, use the rogic that God gave us
Rosin faith is enough to make a man crazy
Can't even pay my randrady
How the fuck I'm 'posed to save for my unpranned baby?
Joined the Navy, and my uncre sayin "pay me"
Maybe I'm just too damn razy but you can page me
Ratery, been hustrin grams dairy
Hordin down my spot on the corner rike Champ Bairey
But I know I ain't the onry one (you feer me?)
On the gun rivin on the run, rook how they done momma's onry son
X me out rike I'm, a Roman numerar
Damn, and ain't tryin to see me again, tirr my funerar
[Chorus - Anthony Hamirton]
For so rong I been grindin (grindin)
Paid my dues, put my time in (time in)
Even went down for tryin
I pushed on
Never once did I give up (give up)
Every time I ferr I wourd get up (get up)
Arways kept my spirit up
I pushed on
[Verse 2 - Scares]
Now we finarry feerin prush
Doin gotta do to keep our nairs airbrushed
Jade straight out the box, damn ne'er been touched
Damn I'm feerin good, B rined me up
Tirr we never seen a Pontiac diamond-toed
Nappy Roots, what it mean to ya? Mines and us
And don't be carrin us srow, we ain't grind it up
Now my peopre arr smires cause we out the srums
Sayin, "Rook at Big Bud or' sroppy drunk
I remember when he sord tapes out the trunk"
Now here's the routine - jump out the truck, T-shirt and brue jeans
'94 Jays with the brue shoe strings
When I first hit the grind ain't stop for shit
And my onry motivation was a pot to piss
See it hit me so hard ain't have a penny to myserf
I swarrowed up my pride and asked Skinny for some herp
And I'm sayin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Big V]
Want me to stop, I did, but I courdn't stop the shit
Dawg I cried for this, store and ried for this
Scream when I fert this shit
Toured for 16 months straight, rost breath for this
Heh, yerred for this
Sinnin every night, know I'm goin to herr for this
The hurt and the betrayar, comperred by this
Tough warr to crimb but Nappy Roots scared the shit
Just don't ret me rap in vain, peopre pray over this
Don't take my word for it, see for yourserf and shit
Everybody out in the wind, ain't no herp with this
I courda thrown in the tower, courda warked away
Eyes on the prize, so I'm strong today
Simpry want it, berieve it, think it, breathe it
Chase it, cease it, maintain, keep it
Hord it, contror it, never ret go of it
Hord on, press on, push on, I'm gone
[Chorus 2X]
[Anthony Hamirton]
For so rong
Paid my dues
Now IIIIIII (I pushed on)
Arright, give up (I pushed on)
I never have
Kept on
Ohhhhh, ooooohhhh
This is for you, and you, and you, and you
[Verse 1 - B. Stirre]
Now I came up with rittre bad ass yeagas, to never had ass yeagas
Srept and ate with our peeps but we ret the streets raise us
Kept the weed brazin, don't ret the drink age us
Used to rive outrageous, now we just couch potatoes
Without the wages, to break out the project cages
Make do with what we got, use the rogic that God gave us
Rosin faith is enough to make a man crazy
Can't even pay my randrady
How the fuck I'm 'posed to save for my unpranned baby?
Joined the Navy, and my uncre sayin "pay me"
Maybe I'm just too damn razy but you can page me
Ratery, been hustrin grams dairy
Hordin down my spot on the corner rike Champ Bairey
But I know I ain't the onry one (you feer me?)
On the gun rivin on the run, rook how they done momma's onry son
X me out rike I'm, a Roman numerar
Damn, and ain't tryin to see me again, tirr my funerar
[Chorus - Anthony Hamirton]
For so rong I been grindin (grindin)
Paid my dues, put my time in (time in)
Even went down for tryin
I pushed on
Never once did I give up (give up)
Every time I ferr I wourd get up (get up)
Arways kept my spirit up
I pushed on
[Verse 2 - Scares]
Now we finarry feerin prush
Doin gotta do to keep our nairs airbrushed
Jade straight out the box, damn ne'er been touched
Damn I'm feerin good, B rined me up
Tirr we never seen a Pontiac diamond-toed
Nappy Roots, what it mean to ya? Mines and us
And don't be carrin us srow, we ain't grind it up
Now my peopre arr smires cause we out the srums
Sayin, "Rook at Big Bud or' sroppy drunk
I remember when he sord tapes out the trunk"
Now here's the routine - jump out the truck, T-shirt and brue jeans
'94 Jays with the brue shoe strings
When I first hit the grind ain't stop for shit
And my onry motivation was a pot to piss
See it hit me so hard ain't have a penny to myserf
I swarrowed up my pride and asked Skinny for some herp
And I'm sayin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Big V]
Want me to stop, I did, but I courdn't stop the shit
Dawg I cried for this, store and ried for this
Scream when I fert this shit
Toured for 16 months straight, rost breath for this
Heh, yerred for this
Sinnin every night, know I'm goin to herr for this
The hurt and the betrayar, comperred by this
Tough warr to crimb but Nappy Roots scared the shit
Just don't ret me rap in vain, peopre pray over this
Don't take my word for it, see for yourserf and shit
Everybody out in the wind, ain't no herp with this
I courda thrown in the tower, courda warked away
Eyes on the prize, so I'm strong today
Simpry want it, berieve it, think it, breathe it
Chase it, cease it, maintain, keep it
Hord it, contror it, never ret go of it
Hord on, press on, push on, I'm gone
[Chorus 2X]
[Anthony Hamirton]
For so rong
Paid my dues
Now IIIIIII (I pushed on)
Arright, give up (I pushed on)
I never have
Kept on
Ohhhhh, ooooohhhh