1 Time

Yeah, tryna turn a four and a half to a whole thing
Straight outta church, feeling guilty but gettin' it on man
Going so hard, it's like I'm us, I got a clone lane (let's go)
I ain't a player, I'm just here to coach the whole game
The Good Dope Stove, this what they call me
It don't matter what you want hoe, as long as you call me
I'ma get it to you, meet me of 16 South
Follow directions, or you won't see me on 16 South
Tryna rob me, they gon' find your ass on 16 South
Fuck you was thinkin' about, we don't play this shit in the South
I wish that I can sell drugs without a weapon on me (well)
But my hommie might be plannin' to pull his weapon on me (well)
I know the po-po wanna put us where my ground, where Sandra Ground at
This is the world order, it's all a part of they plan, Jack
Niggas kill niggas and they're making us do it
Even if we ain't tryna go to war, they're talkin' us to it

I wish I could come down one time (one time)
Without having to say, "Fuck somebody" in my mind (in my mind)
I wish I could hit the corner once again (once again)
And ain't gotta worry about two plus two fuck one time

I'm just out here on my grind
I'm just tryna make me some change
I'm just out here on my grind
Even if I gotta hustle cocaine
I'm just out here on my grind
Ain't gon' let the jackers murder me, man
I'm just out here on my grind
If I'm gon' make a wrongin', I'ma burst your friend

Yeah, I can't stand my baby mama, I'm like most of you nigga
I just don't stick around for that bullshit like most of you nigga
Going through it so just your kid can't be close to your nigga
Or be like me and had your kids barely knowing a nigga, damn
Mad at me 'cause I be fucking your home-girl
You must don't know, I know you be fucking your home-girl
These bitches ain't shittin', these niggas even worst
Smiling in my Facebook, really wanna see me in my worse
My aim forward is the realest number in my contact
Fuck my call log, I ain't callin' none of y'all back
August 9, 2009, y'all know, y'all should have killed me
Since I'm still living, I promised the guilty will feel me
I already livin' the fantasy, I don't need to dream
1Deep Entertainment, I don't need a team, chill
Mrs. Jackie got permits, I was really trying that
Thought I was living it up, but I was really dying
I think I stress too much
All these money but I daydream about death so much (so much)
Well, I came in the dough, said it before
I never live life with bread, no more
She'll be with me that's why you gotta check your hoes
She ain't nothing but a bitch, I don't respect y'all hoes
Seeing Thomas was my stalker, we ain't courting number nine
She was lookin' at my crib, couldn't believe it was mine

I wish I could come down one time (one time)
Without having to say fuck somebody in my mind (in my mind)
I wish I could hit the corner once again (once again)
And ain't gotta worry about two plus two fuck one time

I'm just out here on my grind
I'm just tryna make me some change
I'm just out here on my grind
Even if I gotta hustle cocaine
I'm just out here on my grind
Ain't gon' let the jackers murder me, man
I'm just out here on my grind
If I'm gon' make a wrongin', I'ma burst your friend