I Got You

You got me baby
I got you
I'm grinding baby
I got to
You got me baby
I got you
I'm grinding baby
I got to

Back when I didn't have a thing
No money no bling
Me myself and I one deep and a little bit of weed
What a perfect remedy to write some raps
And melodies
Working hard to chase my dreams
So I can one day feed the team
Cuz mama did it for me
ima do right back
So I hopped in the whip
Told her I'll be right back
Then I hit up my plug
And I picked up some packs
Started Pushing the work
I came back with some stacks

I said you wouldn't understand getting money how you can
When you out there in the cold trying to provide for the fam
Cause Even though the streets is hot gotta hustle where we stand
Chopping gang with the homies trying to come up with a plan

You got me baby
I got you
I'm grinding baby
I got to
You got me baby
I got you
I'm grinding baby
I got to

Things changed
My mind frame
I don't see things the same
Seeking knowledge for the truth
I can't live with being a fake
Life's one big game
Crap out thats end game
Every move is calculated
So I pray to maintain
Gods grace is in my holster
Protects me from the snakes
Tryna move up the ladder
They wanna see me in a grave
Than rather see me in a rave
I see the hate all in their face
Don't bite the hand that'll feed you
Tryna eat up off on my plate

I said you wouldn't understand getting money how you can
When you out there in the cold trying to provide for the fam
Cause Even though the streets is hot gotta hustle where we stand
Chopping gang with the homies trying to come up with a plan

You got me baby
I got you
I'm grinding baby
I got to
You got me baby
I got you
I'm grinding baby
I got to



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Chavez
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