don t push me down god push me he kept on pushin and pushin he wanted to see how much he could push a human being then i fell like a bag of potatoes on northern avenue baby why don t you you want a real nigga don t you don t front baby don t you gon keep it 100 baby don t you lie don t you gon keep a hundred baby don t you i know you need a real nigga don t you baby don t front don t you wish my money was a little taller wish i was a baller wish i had a bitch on stand i could call her count a hundred bands we be fuckin til the morn i m a baller baby you want a real nigga baby don t post me on your gram baby gon bust it wide open baby don t you drop dead blowin smoke baby don t you baby don t you don t you lie whippin in the benzo never put me in the friend zone montana i m the don dada gucci suit with the brown collars shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ye shimmy ye walk up in the club with the hammer on my hip what up my g we be s the hottest out in nyc watch run through they gon talk about it later i be playin with the birds like the falcons in decatur playin with the 45 blake that s my dj got work 4 5 states call me freeway ricky shawty on the micky gon bend it over bounce it back i ain t picky from the project grind til it heal hundred proof real ones sign and conceal if we started from the bottom i ll give you mine niggas want shine but they don t wanna grind you can tell from the haters a nigga made it car european and the suit tailored hundred chains lambo hangin off the horse like rambo  x219