Lost In the Grind

Yeah
I just want my Ma proud of me you know?
I've been working hard all day and night (yeah)

I got voices in my head
Got me scared, nothing weird
Just be feeling rather dead
I text my bitch, I need some head

Ain't no pussy in my gang
Randevouz and let us check
My diamond chains gon' cost a head
So, don't text me if you ain't game

Smoking on my weed
Sipping on my lean
Got me feeling good
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
This some money race
And all my niggas at the top
Pull up dirty A-M-G all iced out, nigga

Mama, I ain't lying
Cops coming gotta go
You know that I got the dope
On the mic, I got the flow
Pull up then I hit the smoke
You know that I got the dough
Smoking on my woods
If you a opp, I gotta slide
Yeah, yeah, I'm da dope

Hit her from the side
Take her on a ride
She say I'm toxic, bitch, I know alright
Money got me feeling fly
I don't want you feeling sad

Smoking on my weed
Sipping on my lean
Got me feeling good
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
This some money race
And all my niggas at the top
Pull up dirty A-M-G all iced out, nigga

All I wanna do was make Mama proud
But I fucked up
This street ain't easy, ain't lying
I've been working everyday with my bros
You can try if you want

Smoking on my weed
Sipping on my lean
Got me feeling good
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
This some money race
And all my niggas at the top
Pull up dirty A-M-G all iced out, nigga
(200 on my dash, I'm 'bout to beat the curbs, yeah)
Slow the gang shit, slow the gang, gang



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Writer(s): Nolimit Cba
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