On da Grind
J.T. Money
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[Talking: Yo Gotti] I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor I'm a North memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power [Yo Gotti] I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoil it Ran across my work, flushed my shit down the toilet Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it Couldn't though, why? 'cause I owed the nigga for it 125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola Broke up my tube and my scale, I got no luck Hold up, mama even threw away the soda I remember this shit like it was yesterday Falling in the house late, seent the look on mama's face I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk You know the look you get when your mama really hurt She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'll already know Boy you selling dope, get your shit you got to go [Chorus repeat- X2] I'm on the motherfucking grind You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine [Yo Gotti] What am I to do now, where am I to go? And how the f*ck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do? Been looking for me, got a nigga kind of scared And all the other niggaz looking up side my head They said he came through, layin low with his beeper Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagles Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper F*ck it, I'm a grind till my bank get steeper 72 hours had 28 elither Know what I'm talking about that uncut ether Junkies lookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing [Chorus] [Yo Gotti] One week later had 4 and a split Called up the nigga, told him told him come get his shit I'm a real nigga, I just ran into some problems All the time you think a nigga tried to slick rob ya Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own Mama let me back in, mama real strict After school, straight home, no phone, no shit Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true So what the f*ck a nigga gone do Called grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit Man f*ck it, I'm getting back with my click [Chorus repeat-X2]
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Written by: ANDRE T. STEPHENS, MARIO SENTELL GIDEN, NAKIA S. COLEMAN
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