Pushing Buttons (Clean Version) Lyrics

Push the button, yeah, push the Button

Yeah, come on, push the button

Everybody else, yeah, push the Goddamn button

Push the goddamn button

Yeah

Sometimes I can't even tell you Where the mission at

Just know I'm second to none like A sister's act

Stand up nigga out here uplifting Cats

Ungrateful bastards didn't see the Gift in that

I give them that, they might be Where it's litty at

But this is the flow of the heart of The city at

Might be petty but I ain't with that Pity pat

Step out the booth like Superman, He's really back

Soul searching while my soul Hurting

Can't even lie, boy, it's still Working

Other niggas out here without Bars like no service

Before the show's over, it's closed Curtains

I'm on these niggas top cloth, so Turban

Bro, so learning, lack of Communication becoming Concerning

I'm following my dreams, I guess Son yearning

And I get it clicking with the fans, They confirming

Boy, try earn it before he in to urn Shit

I had packed out chosen, I ain't Really earn shit

Never let this music go, I got a Firm grip

And I'm starting to see other Things

Like living in royalty and try and Make my brother king

Aunt Mimi was the only one Mothering

She couldn't relate to a young Nigga's suffering

It's okay though, well, if you say So

I am a staple, just finding out

Well, it sounds like you late, bro

Ask KO, memories in his case Load

Giving advice, my vice is getting Paid, bro

And if I'm being honest, one of These people can eat a dick

I'm tired of keeping my mouth Closed when I'm seeing shit

This is how I'm leaving it, we Ain't eye to eye

And we definitely ain't seeing shit

Queens get the money, that's Funny, cause he's a bitch

And I'm the dumb one, the one You shared secrets with

But this is what I leave him with

I'll cook you for the beef if you Ever wanna season it

I bet you tell the story and you Never tell the reasoning

I bet you never mentioned how You did that fucking creepy shit

So before you get one up, I Figured I'd even it

And I don't even do covers

I wanted you to win, you was Gone like a few others

A leader don't ask if the crew love Us

We just get green and wait for the True colors

Winning times feel like winning Time in a cruel summer

Counting up bread, well, y'all try And do numbers

These days, I'm like, fucking Screw humble

What you gonna do, homie