Grind Hard

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Dufflebagg J

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Baby come and tell me, tell me what it is
Everything I do is for my baby kids
Before I go broke, I'd rather pop a nigga lid
You can't go around with the motherfuckin' kid
I'm the same youngin' comin' out of Texas, dawg
Still got them Glocks and ARPs in my car
I'm tired of niggas thinkin' that shit round here sweet
Pack a nigga out and roll him in a swisher sweet
Since a youngin' I was book and street smart
Good kid, nice smile, but my head hard
Kept my head in them books and I went to college
But I dropped out cause it's not the route I wanted
I went and hit the block cause I'd rather hustle hard
Gave my life to the streets, I just played my part
Went and picked me up some work and I started trappin
I was in them trenches way before I started rappin
Fascinated by them guns, I got them pistols clappin
Don't believe me? Ask my day one, this ain't no capping
My mind on a mission, I was tryin' to stack chips
Ridin' around with felonies and drugs in my whip
If it was about that money, I was down to take a trip
Livin' reckless on a two-man mission, hitting licks
Robbin' plugs broad day light we would empty clips
It's a different feeling when you feel that Draco rip
She said, baby, come and tell me, tell me what it is
Everything I do is for my baby kids
Before I go broke, I'd rather pop a nigga lid
You can't go around with a motherfuckin' kid
I'm the same youngin' comin' out of Texas, dawg
Still got them Glocks and ARPs in my car
Im tired of niggas thinkin' that shit round here sweet
Pack a nigga out and roll him in a Swisher sweet
Around wintertime, god, had to take my dawg
All I did was cry every night, it left me scarred
Just another reason for me to go grind hard
A week later, my other dawg caught a murder charge
I know the feeling when you really don't got none
How am I supposed to believe you when you ain't popped none
I'm grindin' hard all night till I see the sun
The game real lonely, just me and my gun
I came from the bottom, can't believe I made it here
Been heavy on the drink, but my vision clear
Done made about a hundred racks in a year
I got God on my side, so I don't have no fear
When I'm in the whip, I got the Glock right on the seat
In a duffel bag, quarter pounds by my feet
I'm in the field, I don't even wear no cleats
Texas boy, when it get hot, I can take the heat
She said, baby, come and tell me, tell me what it is
Everything I do is for my baby kids
Before I go broke, I'd rather pop a nigga lid
You can't go around with a motherfuckin' kid
I'm the same youngin' comin' out of Texas, though
Still got them Glocks and ARPs in my car
I'm tired of niggas thinkin' that shit around here sweet
Pack a nigga out and roll him in a swisher sweet
I been grindin' hella hard to drive my own slab
Remember, had to drive Stolos, I was down bad
Got to the Jeremiah, it made me so mad
I think about my dawg every day, I'm still sad
Made it through the rain and I beat all odds
It's supposed to be me, Miah, and my brother Rob
I always had a reason just to go grind hard
That's why I hit the streets and became my own boss
I only got a soft spot for my baby girls
Told my baby mama, we gon' travel round the world
Still on the block, tryna go get right
Since I started rappin', stepped into the limelight
Up late, gettin' money while you sleepin
Keep your gun in reach, cause they creepin
I always had a reason just to go grind hard
That's why I hit the streets and became my own boss

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