Stuck In the Grind

Still wishing but still ain't made it Stuck in the grind dawg I just wish God save me The crack Moma's crack baby the dope man's last baby Grandma's baby Grandma's favorite so It's all gravy Everybody eat I pray we all make it Prayed for a plug just wish he got scale and it's all flakey I can tell they think a nigga acting like a nigga faking It's really in him some shit you can't fake it Looked up to the dope man now the jits looking up to me I'm looking up to God In the mist of selling hard They thought I did fraud hell I just started to using credit cards It's sad all I know bout Is soft and hard It's hard so It make it kind of odd Serving fiends in joog cars taking risk ducking cop cars Fuck 33rd to the C.O. to the jail bars Middle fingas up way high fuck nigga screaming fuck the law We went from wishing on a star Now me and my niggas we trap stars Ain't no motherfucking rap star Just a real nigga spitting cool ass trap bars I spit this from the heart I got trap life poetry scars Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist Witnessed some of the realist shit you ever saw Seen some of the realest get smoked like a cuban cigar You don't wanna get blused out here like a Avatar Can't out run these streets jit they run to fuckin far Shit I wish I had a fuck to give I'm lying I wish my young niggas stop popping pills Wish motherfucka's a keep it real and they ain't have to lie I wish none of my dead homies ain't have to die Wish all the Momas around the world never had to cry Wish my nigga Deshay was still here he ain't deserve to die I don't wish death on nobody I wish a nigga would not try Cause we'll light this bitch up like its 4th of July Sometimes I wish I was a bird so i can fucking fly And spreads my wings like a motherfucking butterfly Candy painted wings flip flop paint like on the Donk 26's in the sky you can hate it all you want Thinking back when I 1st jumped off the porch Sliding with big bra back n forth And I learned you can get rich off a fork The grind can take you anywhere just gotta know what you want Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist