On My Grind

Uh oh, y'all motherfuckers done fucked up now
Man Z-Ro the crooked, the motherfuckin Moe-city don
Yeah nigga, I done hooked up with Rap-A-Lot
What what I'm sayin'? I know y'all don't like that
But fuck y'all though, feel me?

The mansions, the Hummer, and the Bentley, I want it all
Like every other nigga that's twenty-six, I wanna ball
That's why I get off my rump and I go and get it (go and get it)
So when my pockets lookin' low it's time to pay the suburbs a visit
I can't see my self at the bottom of the food chain
When a nigga hungry, and broke I go through some mood swings
Lay it down motherfucker, I got kids to feed
I was on the block when it moved slow and Z-RO meet it with speed

Do I suffer from greed? I gotta get some cash quick
'Cause I look back on my life, a nigga ain't never had shit
50-packs will get me through the night, want 50, where's my profit?
They gotta room but shit y'all when them shaved and keep on choppin'
Bought her off, it's awesome gig, oh
Keepin' fiends geekin' and stuffin' weed stacks like pillow
I eat on the block, and sleep on the block, then I retreat on my block
Burnin' out of town for birds about the piece on my block

Caught up in the game of chasing dough
I'm not mama's little boy no mo'
So next time you see me in public, I'm on my grind
Man starving I'm just tryna get fed
So I gotta get up and go get this bread
In the rush to be a million, about to lose my mind
(They kept me burnt to lose my mind)

Catch me if you can is my vision of me screamin'
So I chase e'm like the law until my jewelry is gleamin'



Credits
Writer(s): Quinton Otis
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