Grind hard, ****, grind hard, I done grind hard
Late nights playin' b-ball with a decoy
I was on the corner with the robbers and the D-boys
Now, I'm on the charts, man, this shit is unbelievable
Mama, it's a lot of secrets that I had to keep from you
Got in so much trouble, thought the teachers had beef with you
And it paid off 'cause we livin' like the Greeks and Jews
Used to leave your stove runnin', stove runnin'
Now it's Louis rags when my nose runnin'
Got it out the mud, I don't owe nothin'
You pussy-ass ****, I ain't on nothin'
Wanna see me fucked up 'cause they poor hustlin'
The same **** with me back when I was head itchin'
Man, I'm having nightmares that the feds listenin'
You fake gangstas pump fakin' and they scared snitchin'
The coupe fast and it's fucking up the dash dish
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It's a bag on his head, I'ma pick it up
It was money in the house, I used to stick it up
Got your main bitch chillin', splashin', tryna lick it up
Get grind, **** always tryna flick it up
I ain't tryna take no bitches, bitch, I'm rollin' Swishers
I count my back end then I jump out with that pistol
If you ain't suckin' dick, you get a early dismissal
We got your wifey at the spot, she tryna lick a pimple
I just went and bought a Lamb, and it cost a nickel
And I came from the bottom, and it feel good
And I went platinum, still in the hood
And I take the gang with me everywhere I go
Why these **** hatin' on me? Man, I don't know
Ain't a place in the world that I can't go
And I got a hunnid racks inside, I go, go
And I get a hunnid racks 'fore a show, show
Wanna give a bitch my heart, but I can't, though
I can't fall in love with a stank hoe
Lil bitch I fell in love with a bank hoe
And you know I love that good drink, hoe
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And I put it in her stomach and I made that lil bitch ride me
You're my old school runner, you're my old school runner
But my new school runnin', it costs more than a hunnid
You lil **** so bummy (Twenty-one)
Make a diss song, they gon' wrap you like a mummy
My young **** geekin' on bootlight zombies
They hungry, up it on you, then they tell you, "Run it"
I stole cars, drove them like go-karts
**** actin' like bitches, they got both parts
And I came from the gutter, I don't got no heart
And I'm straight up out the gutter, I don't got no heart
****, when they killed my brother, I had to go hard
Put that chopper in his face and then I bogart
**** tryna cross me, I don't understand it
I'm just tryna take care of the family
And I'm sippin' codeine, not brandy
And I'm sippin' codeine, I'm a addict
You go to jail, can't depend on a bad bitch
She fucked and sucked in tryna keep up with the fashion
And I'm really, really rich, and I ain't braggin'
Sometimes I really can't believe this shit happened
Who woulda thought I'd make it rappin'?
I almost lost my life when I was trappin'
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If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Writer(s): Shayaa Joseph & Leland Wayne.