Trae Tha Truth - I Be On My Grind lyrics

[Intro:] The World's Freshest you b**h Tonight Show Yeah yeah [Chorus:] Yo I be on my grind I be on that, I be on that, full grip on my 9 I be on that with a whole round of kush all out of dimes n***as ain't looking for the hood good smokes Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side[x2] Tell them hoes that I'm in the east bank Tell them hoes that I'm with Hosea in a UHaul truck finishing that gate Tell the hoes that I got that pack Fat dope but I got that back In the strip club with them racks Ya'll know that I got that sack [Verse 1:] [Freddie Gibbs] Straight games, baby I make you do something strange for a piece of change baby b**h I don't do kiss or tell Don't say no names, baby I throw that a** under the [?] f** or s**in something that's the mission If you with us Straight games, baby I make you do something strange for a piece of change baby b**h I don't do kiss or tell Don't say no names, baby I throw that a** under the [?] You f** or s**in something that's the mission Gangsta games [Chorus] [Verse 2:] [Tra Tha Truth] Maneuvering through a drop full of gangstas Where we walk their territory like Pica**o's Pree every sense of danger Ever since I got up and got out my major I was dedicated Dreaming about them flows But now the flows are what we elevated Palamino penthouse graduated the rent house Forty stories above All of these n***as tryna get out Policy guaranteed n***a get the message to send out Pulled up on them Pulled up again That's what they been bout Exquisite taste It's only been legit to match my ego 20K in the belly mention my amigo Sounded lost to something That engine move at the speed of light b**h get exposed on sites you know where she go'n be tonight It feels so good, I bless the game Take them out of rent and redesign em Into something that cost some change Even if I switch and callin your highness, they will adapt it Been to the shops and hit the tramps just to tell them the paper stinkin [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Yukmouth] Elegant thuggin Honey take in that Louis luggage I'm big pimpin like Pimp C and that Gucci bucket My crew disgusting little weezy voiced ya Mercy with the doors up Like easy it's yo boy Yuk Bang, dragging gang in this thang, n***a Peace, teeth watching the change on these pain n***a Galleria shopping, big poppin, Versace frame n***a Can't flip up, brace in back of the Range I'm a bait n***a n***as, and I'm an a**hole by nature Selling that Big Daddy Kane on the block They caught the vapers Use to Cali, Vegas ballin' now f** you haters Like ‘Bron I took my talents down for that paper Shout out the Chief and J Prince Your n***a been paid since Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Spikes and suede sh** You n***a went for cooking hard right in the basement To rocking the mics with the ankle bracelet Gangsta! [Chorus]