Z-ro - On My Grind lyrics

uh-oh y'all muthaf**ers done f**ed up now z-ro the crooked muthaf**ing moe city don yeah n***a i done hooked up with rap alot know what i'm saying i know y'all don't like that f** y'all the mansions, the hummer, the bentley i want it all like every other n***a thats 26 i wanna ball that's why i get up off my rump and i go and get it so when my pockets looking low time to pay the suburb a visit i can't see myself at the bottom of the food chain when a n***a hungry and broke i go through some mood swings lay it down muthaf**er i got kids to feed i was on the block and z-ro need the speed do i suffer from greed i gotta get some cash quick cuz i look back on my life a n***a ain't never had sh** 50 packets get me through the night y'all would've kept chopping quarter ounces keepin fiends geeking and stuffing weed sacks like pillows i eat on the block i sleep on the block then i retreat on the block caught up in this game of chasing dough i'm not mamas little boy no more everytime you see me in public i'm on my grind it started out just trying to get fed i gotta get up and go get this bread and the? of 50 million i'm about to lose my head