[Verse 1: k**er Mike]
Yeah, motherf**er I'm back from the dead
Driving like a bat out of hell in a red
Caprice cla**ic, I spit acid
I don't rap ringtones, I flow cla**ics
I am dirty south hip-hop, what's happening?
True sh** talking, you ain't into battling
You know I let the gun go like a gatling
Favorite f**ing rappers I am embarra**ing
God in the building, n***a, ain't no comparison
I don't need swagger, I'm just arrogant
Martin Luther King Drive made me this way
And I've been real G before Atlanta went gay
I'm down by law, what more can I say?
Got a new AK, a new Chevorlet
Now which f** boy on the block wanna play?
I'm the best f**ing rapper you will find in the A
[Hook]
Grind Time Rap Gang, they're those guys
The truth and the whole truth, they don't lie
They just do (do), do (do), they don't try
And if anybody had a problem, they gonna ride
Like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang
[Verse 2: k**er Mike]
Sidekicks hate, they don't wanna see me conquer
Fired my boss, I don't need no sponsor
Truck j**elry got me looking tough like Tonka
Robber try to touch, lose his arm like in Rwanda
In the concrete jungle, you prey or a hunter
When you k** a n***a, they say his soul haunts ya
I'd rather sleep with a ghost than sleep with the fish
Be judged by twelve, than carried by six
Rapper, walk like a man, and ride a n***a dick
Forty-five got the king size jeans on sag
Don't make me put another skull & cross on the flag
Grind Time Rap Gang rep that flag
Bang bang bang, the mack on your a**
Charging with the hemi going vroom vroom fast
Head full of smoke every packet got cash
No love for the haters you can kiss my a**
[Hook]
[Verse 3: k**er Mike]
Leader of the Grind Time get money Rap Gang
Dope-a** flows, lyrically, I'm c**aine
Dope dick for the b**hes, dope lyrics for the dope mang
King Kong is the beast man, no cage, no chain
Top of the world, white girl in my left hand
Some monkey-a** n***as better hear me, clearly
Any mother f**er ain't rappin' payin' dearly
I'm talking weekly, monthly, yearly
Until you punk motherf**ers learn to fear me
I'm on some G sh**; I've got a G card
I hit a n***a head, leave his a** a retard
I have his momma saying "No, take me lord!"
Preacher in the pulpit, the choir sings
And on the first row a momma cries and leans
The young fella had to die, it's a goddamn shame
But it's Grind Time Rap Gang, bang bang bang
[Hook]