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'