Syracuse Badd
Everybody eating but I'm hungry as fuck
It's a different type of grind when you come from the slums
I was told to stay focus on my music and the money will come
I pray that they don't track my sprint so I can get me a run
Syracuse where i'm from, dont give a fuck where you from
I'll bring terror to ya squad like you running wit pun
I'll put a bullet in ya back and make you cough up a lung
Ain't another nigga realer living under the sun
You better Brush ya teeth before you speak on God
Before I lift my arms and bullets get to spinning like a disco ball
If my mans involved then I get involved
Swift uppercut ya jaw, right overhand b4 you hit the floor
Yall was never in them wars
Hoping out of bushes at them corner stores You couldn't walk a mile in my diadoras
Copping pounds, pitching raw, butta same color as Rita Ora
You ain't been through nothing that I cant endure
Its b.a double up
The type to bag ya bitch and jump in her pussy like its double Dutch
Bend her over and hit it from the back like a sucka punch
Before I fell my nut and I pull out and tell her to pucker up
The Prices we don't discuss
I Put a tax on it if a nigga ain't one of us or your order small and he ain't want enough
Grind get ya numbers up, or spend somewhere else I don't wanna fuss
I'll lay u down for think of running up
It's a different type of grind when you come from the slums
I was told to stay focus on my music and the money will come
I pray that they don't track my sprint so I can get me a run
Syracuse where i'm from, dont give a fuck where you from
I'll bring terror to ya squad like you running wit pun
I'll put a bullet in ya back and make you cough up a lung
Ain't another nigga realer living under the sun
You better Brush ya teeth before you speak on God
Before I lift my arms and bullets get to spinning like a disco ball
If my mans involved then I get involved
Swift uppercut ya jaw, right overhand b4 you hit the floor
Yall was never in them wars
Hoping out of bushes at them corner stores You couldn't walk a mile in my diadoras
Copping pounds, pitching raw, butta same color as Rita Ora
You ain't been through nothing that I cant endure
Its b.a double up
The type to bag ya bitch and jump in her pussy like its double Dutch
Bend her over and hit it from the back like a sucka punch
Before I fell my nut and I pull out and tell her to pucker up
The Prices we don't discuss
I Put a tax on it if a nigga ain't one of us or your order small and he ain't want enough
Grind get ya numbers up, or spend somewhere else I don't wanna fuss
I'll lay u down for think of running up
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Writer(s): Erik Williams
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