Talk

They don't talk to me, they just fuck with me
So I'm pouring it up it's remedy
Bitch I'm back to back, like the Kennedy's
I might head back to Miami
What a living dream, this is my scene
With a winning team, balling VP's
If we keep if coming we don't need to bleed
Hol' up nigga, Run it Rese
Isn't it so crazy how you can loose it all in a year?
I had to loose myself just want it more and now I'm here
To everybody who been doubting me
You can find me on anything
Watch me plant the seeds for a money tree
Then we all breathe, yeah that's on me
When there's overtime, There's a lot of times
And I almost gave up the grind, over sleepless countless nights
Up late thinking if I'm right
Running through my own mind
Couldn't count on you
Had to hold mine
Running right through
I been faded every night, Elevated different heights
Soul searching thru a mic, wheres my old producer mike?
Talking acid on a bike, jugged the whole hood a night
Yeah, them days I remember like-we was feeling free right
But today the grind is on my mind
I can loose once, I can't loose twice
Got a young nigga been rolling dice, always lookin' for the next play right
All these niggas get it on sight
Got me outta my mind, write it down on life
I live this no lie, I'm on the grind like why
Did i choose this night, my pockets are light, I'm all out of time aye
Hunneds, Dollar bills yeah I'm hunting, got me stunning!
Run around looking clean like I'm something
Never fronting packs yuh, keep it coming
Aye, all that fucking talk Keep me running
Aye, Pockets always jumping, Michael Jordan
Aye, youngins in the city keep it pumping
Keep it jumping, numbers keep on dubbing
I'ma always keep it bumping, why you talking
Shut Up! You've been making noise but all I hear is fronting



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Guerrero
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