God Body Xavy Rusan

[Intro: Choir]
Oooh, yeah

[Chorus: Choir]
I've got to make it, keep on pushin'
I've got to make it, keep on pushin'
Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin')
I've got to make it, keep on pushin'
I've got to make it, keep on pushin'
Some way, some ho (Keep on pushin', keep on pushin')

[Verse 1: Xavy Rusan]
Yeah, fuck what you sayin'
If you ain't walkin' how you talkin', then you standin' in the way of me, get in it, gotta eat
Jobs ain't payin' and you know I ain't playin' so I'm ridin' with my nigga that he never signed deceit
Jam to that Gucci, y'all hoochie all on my line
That coochie all on my mind, that LUCCI all in the dresser
Don't know why you simpin', I'm gamin' her like I'm pimpin'
I'm tellin' all of my women get the most not the lesser
I drive a Kompressor, they got me livin' under pressure
These coppas D-Days be puttin' niggas in the stretcher
I'm hopin' for the better for knowin' just how the came go
Never believin' 'em when they tellin' me it's rainbows
Bitch, I know better, go-getter from birthday
Gather all the gains, I'm needin' 'em in the worst way
Never take naps, my off day's a workday
Get your wife cracked, she throw it back like Thursday, nigga