Abm
Na We can't stop
We kept grinding
Free my nigga jungle
That's my right hand
Yeah we Came to strike we lightning
Came from the bottom
Keep on fighting
Riding bout that Arm and hammer
If G flag us We using proper grammar
Might rock gucci loafers
Just getting older
Ain't paying no bitch
Cause she bent it over
Take it slow
We played it safe
We still crushing grape
In the field
Watching for snake
Gotta Keep it real
Most niggas
Can't even relate
We raising the stakes
In my life I done made some mistakes
Took the lane that had no brakes
Hustling on the block
Dope under the crate
I couldn't see my self
Working Minimum wage
The money mission
Was just to get paid
The grind was to make sure
We constantly straight
Na We can't stop
We kept grinding
Free my nigga jungle
That's my right hand
Yeah we Came to strike we lightning
Came from the bottom
Keep on fighting
One hood but I been so many places
To stack chedda
I been Trapping out them Vacant
Stay down til I come up
Aint no other way to play it
Chasing money Impatient
My era we ran them streets
We Kept the road hot as Cajun
Can't show the spot
So we at the Holiday in
Lost too many homies
This shit Still hard to take in
Hear about a set up
Can't fake friends
Move on our on block
You know we want ends
For them fuck up cant press escape
Life hard
So don't pour me no chase
Throwing at sparks plug at window
you know it's gon break
Send my woo man to Haiti
He told me i'll be ok
We kept grinding
Free my nigga jungle
That's my right hand
Yeah we Came to strike we lightning
Came from the bottom
Keep on fighting
Riding bout that Arm and hammer
If G flag us We using proper grammar
Might rock gucci loafers
Just getting older
Ain't paying no bitch
Cause she bent it over
Take it slow
We played it safe
We still crushing grape
In the field
Watching for snake
Gotta Keep it real
Most niggas
Can't even relate
We raising the stakes
In my life I done made some mistakes
Took the lane that had no brakes
Hustling on the block
Dope under the crate
I couldn't see my self
Working Minimum wage
The money mission
Was just to get paid
The grind was to make sure
We constantly straight
Na We can't stop
We kept grinding
Free my nigga jungle
That's my right hand
Yeah we Came to strike we lightning
Came from the bottom
Keep on fighting
One hood but I been so many places
To stack chedda
I been Trapping out them Vacant
Stay down til I come up
Aint no other way to play it
Chasing money Impatient
My era we ran them streets
We Kept the road hot as Cajun
Can't show the spot
So we at the Holiday in
Lost too many homies
This shit Still hard to take in
Hear about a set up
Can't fake friends
Move on our on block
You know we want ends
For them fuck up cant press escape
Life hard
So don't pour me no chase
Throwing at sparks plug at window
you know it's gon break
Send my woo man to Haiti
He told me i'll be ok
Credits
Writer(s): Berlyn Moneus
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