Jay Rock - Groovin lyrics

[Verse 1: B-Mac] Aye, let's take it back to them days We was drinking water with sugar, no lemonade Posted on the corner no longer being afraid Me and little cousin have visions of getting paid But he's gone, my momma told him "Get a phone And that's for a ride, you don't need to be walking home" And there goes the pride of a boy in a broken home Shot seven times and at times I feel alone Baby brother breathing, he living the rolling stone Sis staying strong she keeping this in control Mommy with a man but she wasn't ready to go When I see her not breathing I'm screaming telling her "No!" I know she still waiting to see her baby girl blow Cause every time I'm flowing I'm feeling her in my soul And this is dedication for the two Top down while I cruise keep it going, continue to make moves [Hook] I wish I could make the pain go away So I pray let everything be okay Let's just (groove) Let's just Let's just I know we all struggle so we hustle Just remember and trust that God loves you Let's just (groove) Let's just Let's just groove [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] See I could just get off some sad sh*t But I ratHer give you tHe real spit See life is tHick in tHe Hood so I lost weigHt Cross state riding tHrougH anotHer town witH tHe false rental plates Sprinkle rigHt over tHe bladder like funnel cakes Feel great HuH? Die witH tHe bad brakes Hop out lookin' fly tHan a motHerf**er Last real n***a alive, yeaH I'm tHe motHerf**er I tHougHt I told you I'm tHe Hottest Guaranteed to sHine, left tHe wHole game polisHed Turn it up some notcHes tHen send it to tHe doctors Basically I'm super ill, dizzing of a couple pills I put tHat on my motHer's only son Hop out, spray tHe crowd, I'm tHe only one Hoover Crip style still [?] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Look, I started from the project post selling rocks Now a the project Pope White city why we suppose to k** for our colour It's nothing but halo tips and politics So acknowledge it I smoke kush for the funk of it See my girlfriend with the homie n***a f** a b**h Why? On a whole another level Look, am on fire like am walking with the devil Am grimey but I got my angels behind me You eyeing me shots to your dome Sleep comedy I know the haters wanna see me in a box Coz am paid never slippin [?] Got yay,see the Jay Rock whipping in the pot Got game you know my n***a balling on the block Like a sinner no it don't stop You can tell all the haters they can catch me on Top Dawg