push it to the limit
port of miami uhh i’m importin’ the candy uhh
ain’t got nothin’ to lose we supportin’ the family
never traffic for fun only traffic for funds
all i seen is the struggle it’s like i’m trapped in the slums
workers were barely paid no water we barely bathe
there better be better days on the way that’s on my daddy grave
i’m pushin’ it hard i’m pushin’ it soft
if he pushin’ a line he pushin’ for ross
i waited and waited i done ran out of patience
they hated and hated left him slow dancin’ with satan
fresh in my white tee mac swear to god
i bought my first block broke it down and tore the block apart
hook
i push and i push i ride and i ride
tryna survive on 95
put it all on the line every drop of a dime
i be pushin’ them whips yep three at time
i’m pushin’ it i’m pushin’ it
i’m pushin’ it i gotta push it to the limit
ii’m pushin’ it i’m pushin’ it
i’m pushin’ it i gotta push it to the limit
i handle dope like a vandal off the banana boat
bananas in our rifles no cyphers i’m just the man to know
i paid dues my moves done made news
i’m smooth my suede shoes they new like ray shoes
nobody used to speak now e’rybody wave
you duck your momma house you set your sister straight
i’m buildin’ a dream with elevators in it
tailor made the linen no gators got on my hatervision
i see ya i see ya suckers i see ya clear
i know you see me in that phantom whiter than veneers
allergic to broke determined to blow
on the boat we hid the work in detergent and soap
we ship it from haiti baby i’m whippin’ them babies
let it dry let it dry try to whip a mercedes
arrangin’ my range here to rain ya parade
you gotta push it to the limit you wanna be paid
hook
i push and i push i ride and i ride
tryna survive on 95
put it all on the line every drop of a dime
i be pushin’ them whips yep three at time
i’m pushin’ it i’m pushin’ it
i’m pushin’ it i gotta push it to the limit
ii’m pushin’ it i’m pushin’ it
i’m pushin’ it i gotta push it to the limit
we started minute the money matured
my money’s secured i got bundles in europe
my bubble be pure it cost like a hundred a pull
the world is yours hundred million or more
now i run the streets they all mine
years overdue call it due time
i told you never roll on the soul of a soldier
you never know that dishwasher may be the beholder
whoever thought that fat girl would grow into oprah
or that boy rick ross would be moldin’ the culture
i push and push we breakin’ the mold
we push and we push we rake in the hold
hook
i push and i push i ride and i ride
tryna survive on 95
put it all on the line every drop of a dime
i be pushin’ them whips yep three at time
i’m pushin’ it i’m pushin’ it
i’m pushin’ it i gotta push it to the limit
ii’m pushin’ it i’m pushin’ it
i’m pushin’ it i gotta push it to the limit
Artist: Rick Ross
Year: 2006
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 330