God Body

[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

[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 2: Xavy Rusan]
No short change, I need it all and then some
Set another goal, the outcome was income
Head uptown my show starts at nighttime
No phone calls, I gotta stay in my right mind
I right poems when I'm up all night
Gettin' nude in the studio, then fuck on sight
Never let it interfere with my plans ahead
I let 'em beg for the pussy, I demand the bread
A wittle middle map nigga since the E.I days
Tryna find another way to flip a GI made
More swagger than the hits off T.I made
I'm tryna get ‘til these motherfuckers see I'm paid
I'ma pimp in my own mind at the goalline
Never hit my phone line 'til it's go time
'Cause all I ever do is rise and grind
Betcha ass I'ma spaz when it's time to shine, nigga

[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 3: Xavy Rusan]
Same me, new verse, yeah, etcetera, nigga
Boutta walk up in the label like I'm better than niggas
Ain't nobody out here lyrically ahead of a nigga
So that promoter never treat me like a regular nigga
I came straight from the muddy Mississippi
With a no-limit tape been a fit for Henny
I tried to tell 'em as a kid I'ma get it how I live
Now you ask around the hood, I run the fuckin' city
It ain't a game, boy, when you was playin' with a GameBoy, I was gettin' game from old heads
So why you hatin' on the side? Let me take you on a ride with your bitch, got my stomach on her forehead
Against all lies, the heat gon' rise, so keep your eyes upon the baller shit that we spoke about
Know I speak no lies and weep no cries
I ain't got no time to let it be some shit I hope about, I've gotta make it

[Chorus: Choir]
I've got to make it, keep on pushin'
I've got to make it, keep on pushin'
You can make it, keep on pushin'
You can make it, keep on pushin'
Come, let's slide, keep on pushin'
Come, let's stride, we've got to make it
Oh-ho-ho-oh, yeah (We've got to make it, we've got to make it)
We've got to make it (We've got to make it)
Some ho (We've got to make it)
Some ho