OnTheGrill
Niggas killing left and right I started losing my direction
Bullet holes in niggas bodies blood oozing by the second
Gun gripped i'm in the projects I pull-up I'm double checking
I can't have my mama crying while I'm up under the reverend
I told bro to fye that printer up and lemme get a switch
Lemme squeeze down on that trigger turn that boy into a bitch
Free that nigga out the jail I'll pay the bond I hope he snitch
September 1st of 2019 that's a day I can't forget
It be hard for me to trust i'm guarded up cause niggas fake
Know a nigga caught a murder then was hanging with the jakes
Know a nigga that went fed and they reduced him to the state
State had gave him to the county he was home the next day
Every night I go to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Make decisions with precision cause I'm sowing what I reap
Smoke gelato for this pain I bought a O and it won't cheap
I can't even sell this shit ain't having motion this for me
I ain't never got a handout I can't give you shit for free
Solid nigga if I ever get caught up won't hear a peep
I can't sit around in one spot for too long so make it brief
Pull the bread out put em on the grill if he say that it's beef
I was 5 my uncle had the bricks but he ain't let me play with those
I was just a child I had to sit down and just play the role
Shit I'm paying bills that's how I'm knowing that a nigga grown
I know I'm getting old I get excited when I see baby clothes
Niggas say they real they folding for a cash advance
Gotta pay it back and if you don't let's see what happened then
I remember bro would make the purchase then the pack was in
Serving all through school they hit my phone I get to taxing them
I ain't never claim that I was street that's where you fucking up
God forbid them niggas think shit sweet this shit ain't buttercup
Nigga thought that he was in a race he started running up
They hopped out the 4 door with them 4 4s they was trynna burn us up
I don't never speak on shit for real cause what's the fucking point
Weed connect my body all around this shit my fucking joint
Know you mama told you it was rude if you fucking point
Bullet holes in niggas bodies blood oozing by the second
Gun gripped i'm in the projects I pull-up I'm double checking
I can't have my mama crying while I'm up under the reverend
I told bro to fye that printer up and lemme get a switch
Lemme squeeze down on that trigger turn that boy into a bitch
Free that nigga out the jail I'll pay the bond I hope he snitch
September 1st of 2019 that's a day I can't forget
It be hard for me to trust i'm guarded up cause niggas fake
Know a nigga caught a murder then was hanging with the jakes
Know a nigga that went fed and they reduced him to the state
State had gave him to the county he was home the next day
Every night I go to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Make decisions with precision cause I'm sowing what I reap
Smoke gelato for this pain I bought a O and it won't cheap
I can't even sell this shit ain't having motion this for me
I ain't never got a handout I can't give you shit for free
Solid nigga if I ever get caught up won't hear a peep
I can't sit around in one spot for too long so make it brief
Pull the bread out put em on the grill if he say that it's beef
I was 5 my uncle had the bricks but he ain't let me play with those
I was just a child I had to sit down and just play the role
Shit I'm paying bills that's how I'm knowing that a nigga grown
I know I'm getting old I get excited when I see baby clothes
Niggas say they real they folding for a cash advance
Gotta pay it back and if you don't let's see what happened then
I remember bro would make the purchase then the pack was in
Serving all through school they hit my phone I get to taxing them
I ain't never claim that I was street that's where you fucking up
God forbid them niggas think shit sweet this shit ain't buttercup
Nigga thought that he was in a race he started running up
They hopped out the 4 door with them 4 4s they was trynna burn us up
I don't never speak on shit for real cause what's the fucking point
Weed connect my body all around this shit my fucking joint
Know you mama told you it was rude if you fucking point
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Writer(s): Miles Stallings
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