Hey..like what the hell am I doing ryt Verse 1:
Ayo tones you tripping
Whats going on homeboy you slipping
Are you o.K men your acting diffrent
And it looks like you lost a little weight since christmas
Plus round town men their saying your distance but
You know me I dont try to listen cause
Im your homie so I bag to differ
When they saying that your really getting out nah my n******g
Nope no dope in my vain
Why I admit it yeah I'm slippin I'll go back for my strain
Trying to get it, trying to ride, trying to go for the skeem
Selling crack its the american dream but
For God sake what a n***a gotta do to make half a million
Without the F.B.I catching fealings
This is how I'm leaving
Father please forgive me
Gotta get this money fast right in front of mamas building Chorus
And Im grindin til Im tired
They say You aint grindin til you tired
So Im grindin with my eyes wide
Looking to find (looking to find)
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right Verse 2:
See if the O.G want me they would beat this like this
I wish I would have listen aint no time for wishing
I gotta hit the kitchen, and cook up their favorite dishes cause
I really need some real money like right now
So I can buy me truck and a nice house
Pay the rent when its due take the wife out
But how am I suppose see if my lights out
Mr. Officer Mr. Officer
Their wont be any snitching so dont make no offers no
Cause I've been train from the craddle to the grave
To be brave and I wont violate the code of the game(no way)
How could I..take my back off the grind
When its gunna take my life and I'm in lotto
Till my haert beats no mo'
I'm gunna stay on my grind and gring mo'