[Intro] I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
I respect the grind man
n***as who be they self you try to force yourself upon some sh** that you ain’t and you never been
I just can’t relate to it, look
[Verse 1] The rap game k** n***as, literally
It turn gangstas into drag queens
They look down on workin’ hard like it’s a bad thing
sh** I’m the last man standin’ if you ask me
I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
Remember n***as in they Benz’s ridin’ past me
I never hated, used to see that sh** as motivation
And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
Ain’t wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
Young n***a said, “f** Jordans” went and copped a Sauer
Ruth’s Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
I’m from Chiraq but I got k**a n***as in the Nola
Go get that money for tomorrow, f** who did before ya
Don’t put yo focus in this b**hes, they just gone destroy ya
Don’t put ya trust up in these n***as, man f** these n***as
Cause when you ain’t so beneficial they stop f**in’ witcha
[Hook] That’s why I just be wit my n***as, f** them other n***as
And every n***a always put they n***as over n***as
But I know my n***as ain’t nun like no other n***as
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a s**a n***a
No we don’t do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no b**hes, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If n***as really getting money, they gone let it speak
[Verse 2] Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief?
Instead of tellin’ Instagram what you make a week?
Ten-thou’, twenty-thou’ that’s what you make a week?
On my mother, fly n***a, spend that sh** on briefs
Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that sh** on tees
Fifty-thou’, hunnid-thou’? I spend that sh** on jeans
Stunt on me? Lil n***a please, I do this sh** with ease
A thousand on my G-Fazo’s I don’t do Giuse’s (Giuseppes)
Still 1500 for my jeans, b**h I love the B’s (I love Balmain)
200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin’ P’s (Postooo!)
But I ain’t tryna stunt my n***a, run it up, Imma run it up
Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don’t f** it up
Couple hunnid-thou’, I done f**ed it up
Went and got it back told myself “enough”
Had to slow down I was in a rush
Two or three hunnid’ always in the cuffs
Spent 500 when I woke up
Young n***a living I ain’t give a f**
Spent 10 thou’ like it wasn’t nun
Remember them days I ain’t have nun
Slide in them foreigns totin’ them thirties n***a, we slidin’ always stunting
Don’t IG none of our cars, can’t let n***as know how we comin’
But n***as know how we comin’
No Limit M.B. we drummin’
Pull up, everybody start runnin’, know foenem gone hit sumn’
I ain’t worried bout none of my enemies, I know I’m gone hit sumn’
I’m on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money
But I know I’m on my way to better days
Some n***as hatin’ they wanna see me in my grave
Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage
I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways
But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can’t let that sh** drive me insane
On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days
In the cut wit that b**h gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence
50 shots and we bang, “Jumpout” the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
And my n***as, they still in the hood everyday
b**h I’m the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)
[Hook] That’s why I just be wit my n***as, f** them other n***as
And every n***a always put they n***as over n***as
But I know my n***as ain’t nun like no other n***as
If you ain’t grinding, you just hating, you a s**a n***a
No we don’t do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain’t trippin’ bout no b**hes, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If n***as really getting money, they gone let it speak
[Outro] 150 Dream Team the Campaign man
I’m focused full fledged, you know what I’m saying
Just on my sh**, I ain’t too much
Anticipating all this other sh**
What n***as got going on
I’m just on my own sh** man
Big G Herbo, you already know what it is