Lyrics
Hour after hour it’s been a lil minute in this trap
Still drilling like my father told me spin til he get back
Brought the business cause I know it’s many ways to skin a cat
Real recognize the fake, shit I don’t even interact
A lot of **** can’t speak to me
Pain brought the streets to me
The way my grandmom prayed I feel like she was tryna cheat for me
Stayed down, I doubled up
Doubled up, then tripled that
I know a **** sitting on a dime I wouldn’t drip with that
Saks paper
Fucked up like thirty, member that paper
I know what I did, but I ain’t remind you about that favor
Really I’m jus too litt, Momma raised a playa up
I can’t understand how they sleeping on me, I’m staying up
Couple **** played round, should’ve been sprayed ****
Yea I had a good heart, but now they can’t save ****
All this shit I’m doing wit a, vision of some trap money
**** on the gram playing gay, shit done got that funny
Northside **** it’s the life, but we ain’t glorifying
I done seen the scariest shit, this shit be horrifying
Hoes switched sides quick, you **** be hoes too
We gon’ keep on sticking you **** until we poke through
Brown paper bag shit, my younging in his Louie bag
Authentic stitched, and it’s thick like the Truey bag
Sliding round wit Hitready
Know I got my stick ready
Bidding off these hoes cause we, both know that bitch petty
Welcome to my city know it’s, flowers after gunsmoke
These **** be singing, my **** ain’t hitting one note
I remember winter time, when I had that one coat
Now she blow **** like she forgot she got one throat
Know some **** hate me, they hate me than rather ball wit me
Know I got a time, but that time ain’t til it call for me
Streets they say he got it, that vision is what they saw in me
Either way I’m grinding, I’m grinding cause this shit all money
Solid if you fuck wit me, trenches would you thug wit me
I been on my block wit a gallon, getting that jug money
Know some **** hate me, they hate me than rather ball wit me
They hate me than rather ball wit me
They hate me than rather ball wit me
They hate me than rather ball wit me
I don’t the fake kind, shout out to the real ones
**** say he wanna ball wit me, but tryna steal shine
**** sit around and backbite you, Instead of grizzind
It’s money on my mizzind, I’m grinding
I ain’t on his time
People wanna know my story
Step in Batcave and tell Rug record me
Every track you hear my pain and might learn some more of me
Friends turned friendemies, you used to run to stores for me
My uncle Bern got a life sentence
No Claud or Ray but he doin life
in the prison
All I know is stand tall
Fortitude
No bitching
Lookin at pictures of my **** got me reminiscing
A lot of shit been different
A lot weird shit been goin on, I keep my distance
**** got battle tested, some turned to witness
Telling for Chinese platters, man these **** snitches
Man these **** sickening
I ain’t cut from that cloth, I’m embroidered stitched in
**** wasn’t even around when we went on our missions
They was on the porch, when we was giving ass whoopings
Salute the real, the good men
Ima ball til the end, yup
Know some **** hate me, they hate me than rather ball wit me
Know I got a time, but that time ain’t til it call for me
Streets they say he got it, that vision is what they saw in me
Either way I’m grinding, I’m grinding cause this shit all money
Solid if you fuck wit me, trenches would you thug wit me
I been on my block wit a gallon, getting that jug money
Know some **** hate me, they hate me than rather ball wit me
They hate me than rather ball wit me
They hate me than rather ball wit me
They hate me than rather ball wit me
Written by: Khalil Bennett, Reginald Gibbons
