Lyrics:
stunting these hoes
Pack touch down yeah that shit'll get sold
Gotta stay on my grind cause this what I chose
On the block every day swear I'm locked in
Good
of Tomorrow
By the way friends call me Jay but I’m Lit to y’all
On the tip of my tongue it's napalm
It’s where they get it from
Yeah nobody grind as hard as us
a homicide
Home invasion bullets flying by his mama's eyes
All these hardships I harbor you think I'd ought to cry
His brother really a fan telling me I got
really in it
I been opening some doors but only by a couple inches
They've been after my neck so they put me on a hit list like they're trying to kill time
gotta grind gotta get it
Y'all ain't making no noise like a mime on a nigga
Annn nigga cross he gone take a big loss
Like the clock going off call time
Racist fathers Women seek you
Block em out Im in im on
My grind my mom Is broke im lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
Im smokin hard Punched holes in
Getting through everyday
By the ounce
Got it all on my waist
I know you smell it
Couple miles away
Hit strong
Thats the gas in the tank
Big bong
Have her
Women seek you
Block em out I'm in I'm on
My grind my mom Is broke I'm lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
I'm smokin hard Punched holes in walls
I
"do it again"
Through a slick grin
Thought for sure she had a thing for the kid
Even then she knew the gift could big
She helped nourish it
Marking up
youth
Write SOS in the sand only to be saved by you
I know know
I been running with the time
Can't see what's next to me
Cause this lifestyle it got
They was on the gram talking shit about me
I ain't stressing these hoes ain't got no grip like me
They say they got a stylist but this drip by me
it it's back to the grind now
In need of that Louis and Gucci
Them his and hers Mike Amiris
Just so when we in public together they knowing you're mine
funny that they think they know me
But I been on the grind since back in 03
Working on the Llama farm to feed my family
Now I'm making doolheirs everyday,
la da da da daaaaa
It only strengthens my resolve
Big Papa Codaniel and Lady H
We be leaving flames on the road doing 88
That's the dynamic cause my
We up here killing it block by block
This ain’t commercial music, this is hip hop
Oh shit yall better back the fuck up
It’s blaqman baby don’t get
Wap on the game, lookin' with my better eye
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded aye
Turned back up, like a nigga never turned down
Hyphy like when
niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'
So many people ass-licking
But we smile and grind
'cause we're not the type to believe the hype
We ain't faking this it's the way it is
(Oh)
dick with your tongue ring
Deep throat my nine inch, gut from the front and
Grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass,
inch, gut from the front and
Grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin' like she dyin'
Make her come four
inch, gut from the front and
Grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin' like she dyin'
Make her come four
grind on
So I can live lovely and get my shine on
Early in the morning, to late at night
I be doing my thing, going on flights
Catching the night
nothing to something, from out of the shadows to shining
This shit ain't a mystery, you seeing results of the grind
Some of these niggas ain't ready for
dey chop I dey park roll
Them for tire to dey scan barcode
Mad flossing like a mad person
Big energy god, car buzzing
I'm surrounded by like five dozen
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