Sweeping Up

Once more with Whalan

Sweepin' up like a wooden bush

Gotta go hard 'cah nobody ain't pushin' us

Gotta push yourself, got me pushin' jugs

Look at what the struggle does

This rap game stuck with us

Ayo, my money went and doubled up

More bands than my age before I sign, I'm 'bout to fuck it up

I came out to run it up, them other niggas dumb as fuck

Do it in my rubber gloves just to get my money up

D-d-dirty traps, I meet guys, but I was comin' up

Runner tryna run it up

Don't get paid 'til you done enough

Gas him up, tell him new waps, big bikes when the summer comes

Free Sir1, with the splash, I'm havin' fun, I need another jump

Anywhеre I land, I make the fiеnds come

Law of attraction, make the dreams come

In and out of jail, wanted or on bail

Since sixteen, I ain't had a clean one

Six litres on my mind and machine guns

Doin' OT runs, I guess it's what the T done

'Cah I spent months in the trap and never seen mum

I ain't goin' home until the Wendy and me's done

Used to eat niggas, no receipt, no refund

You ain't my people, I'ma fuck around and need plugs

I let the heat smoke, you might see dust

Gotta get fed 'cah nobody's tryna feed us

Miss all my niggas goin' hard until they freed up

Cah you see, I stay G'd up

Anytime I get gassed and go mad, it's like the police come

It's like the heat comes, but I ain't tryna slow down

You owe me dough, I'll leave your crib smoked out

You ever locked to hold down?

You the type of guys to run and hide when it goes down

Either graft or get nicked, defend another kid down

I ain't licked one shot, the whole fling sold out

Failed to close my eyes and rinse the whole round

But I gotta stick to the vision, gettin' close now

Amount of missions that I did to put dough down

On that same tracky, I can make my own clothes now

You know this rap shit's easy, I got no doubt

Labels wanna sign me, I'm a holdout

T house, that's the dope house

I was a bad little yute, but I'm grown now

I'ma play the dice, let it roll out

I'ma smoke my Cali and zone out

Old friends keep phonin' my phone now

I just act like I don't know nowt

I don't care about no clout

Run it up and put dough down

Well wrapped, gettin' love from my whole town

Amount of food that I broke down

Can't wait 'til my shows sold out

All them cold nights on the couch, tryna cop my own house

But you never get fed with a closed mouth

Freestyles get deaded, Joe Kenny gotta go now

Suttin's gettin' deaded, they gotta roll out

Sweepin' up like a wooden bush

Gotta go hard 'cah nobody ain't pushin' us

Gotta push yourself, got me pushin' jugs

Look at what the struggle does

This rap game stuck with us

Ayo, my money went and doubled up

More bands than my age before I sign, I'm 'bout to fuck it up

I came out to run it up, them other niggas dumb as fuck

Do it in my rubber gloves just to get my money up

Look at what the struggle does

This rap game stuck with us