Gripz
I feel all alone in my head out here
People tryna talk to me but I don't wanna hear
How you feel my pain when you never been there
What I been through taught me life ain't fair
I been workin so hard ever since I was a jit
I ain't rich but I'm lit that's why I ain't gon quit
Bitch where's my chips my cheese my grips
Need all blue strips pockets look like crips
Boy I'm surfin in the mud and I ain't even got waves
I got uno dos tres cuatro ways to get paid
I stay scorin buckets like Dwayne fade away
I stay in the left lane cus that's the money lane
If you ain't money hungry then get out the way
My time is past due the world already late
Listen to this shit I'm worth maximum wage
Open your eyes wide for what I'm about to say
I never gave a shit about anything but this
I was doin this way before Biebers first kiss
Need a crib wit a pool for my kids and my chick
And a whip wit the doors suicide slit wrists
I'm nasty wit it never been classy wit it
I'm a fool wit it wit it
I'm smooth wit it
I'm lit like a titty and I'm suckin it
I'm like a happy meal for people cus they lovin this
I feel all alone in my head out here
People tryna talk to me but I don't wanna hear
How you feel my pain when you never been there
What I been through taught me life ain't fair
I been workin so hard ever since I was a jit
I ain't rich but I'm lit that's why I ain't gon quit
Bitch where's my chips my cheese my grips
Need all blue strips pockets look like crips
People tryna talk to me but I don't wanna hear
How you feel my pain when you never been there
What I been through taught me life ain't fair
I been workin so hard ever since I was a jit
I ain't rich but I'm lit that's why I ain't gon quit
Bitch where's my chips my cheese my grips
Need all blue strips pockets look like crips
Boy I'm surfin in the mud and I ain't even got waves
I got uno dos tres cuatro ways to get paid
I stay scorin buckets like Dwayne fade away
I stay in the left lane cus that's the money lane
If you ain't money hungry then get out the way
My time is past due the world already late
Listen to this shit I'm worth maximum wage
Open your eyes wide for what I'm about to say
I never gave a shit about anything but this
I was doin this way before Biebers first kiss
Need a crib wit a pool for my kids and my chick
And a whip wit the doors suicide slit wrists
I'm nasty wit it never been classy wit it
I'm a fool wit it wit it
I'm smooth wit it
I'm lit like a titty and I'm suckin it
I'm like a happy meal for people cus they lovin this
I feel all alone in my head out here
People tryna talk to me but I don't wanna hear
How you feel my pain when you never been there
What I been through taught me life ain't fair
I been workin so hard ever since I was a jit
I ain't rich but I'm lit that's why I ain't gon quit
Bitch where's my chips my cheese my grips
Need all blue strips pockets look like crips
Credits
Writer(s): Dalton Trundle
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