On The Grind

You are not my equal we are not alike
Cookies in my pocket had a drought Please don't believe the hype
I keep my nine stuck to my side cause I refuse to die
I'm like John Wick when I up pipe I leave no one alive
I pop a x and now I'm woke I'm trappin' threw the night
I hear the gun shots when they ring I think somebody died
I see the hook in my rearview I think they hit the lights
I push the gas and do the dash I can't wear orange tonight

Goes down
Showing my surround
Knockin' doors down
Goes down
Showing my surround
Knocking doors down

Bitch I'm greater than these niggas and they going out bad
Don't put trust in these hoes these bitches will fuck yo Dad
Be down to yo last dollars and that hoes will leave you flat
I use to fuck in the car I ain't trust then at the pad
I'm tatted head to toe nigga this is not no phase
I gotta sleep with one eye open cause I been betrayed
I'm forever 7g nigga I could never trade
These niggas is some roaches I come spray em like some raid
Bitch

7g
PBG
RMF
LUC SHIT
Three stripes

Nef showing off trunk slapping knocking pictures down
ET put three five on the scale eyes headed to china town
Blowed as tires whole hood stunting like Evel Knievel
Say no one does it like us I know the feeling is equal
I thank the Lord as the ceiling just keep on leaving
Screens falling it's more like the winter season this evening
I know they see the three stripes ever wondered the reason?
It's hustle gang ain't no need to tell you how we eating. Ha

Goes down
Showing my surround
knockin' doors down
Goes down
Showing my surround
Knocking doors down



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Day
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