I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime Know what I'm saying? Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean? See...
I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga Send your weak body floating in the river Ways of the day, man nobody knows If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44. Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo' Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'
hook Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust >From tracks to traps, slabs to raps Spread a little round', make it all come back
Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass So get your face up out the floor And know that it's real Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live My life day by day, in the way I only should So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast And in a flash, you back at home Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep Now take a peep, and tell me what you see It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick
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I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made 10% in church, oh it's a business now Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro' I went from trapped thang off in this rap game Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise They say they know the deal, they say it's all real They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil'
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