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We in this hoe We in this hoe We in this hoe Yea martian If you grindin You gon eat If you broke Then you gon starve Yea i started from the streets But now im shootin for the stars I use to walk where i had to be But now im thinkin foreign cars You see the things i had to see Now you see why im goin hard I was raised in the gutta Single mother all brothers I came from the struggle Seen god work wonders Those cold ass winters And those hot ass summers That sparked my hustle Hustle hustle hustle Now im back like i never left Oh yes you guessed correct Its the best yet From tex Where the ex got left Like george strait Ive been straight grindin for 4 days Been shootin these verses like throw aways I probably do more a day Than they do in a week How does he go And his flow is just smoother than minc Bitch Probably got 2 in the sheets Geez Probably got 2 in the sweet Please Nobody can do it like me Schoolin em like I knew i could teach How you gon go in an ruin the beat No workin No goin to eat I want a mc laren with the gold in the seats And a house in the hills for going to sleep And a condo in houston for smoking my weed And a couple of M's for the bros on my team I do this for fisha My bro live through me I feel it in my soul Whenever i speak Man from the northeast Seen better days Like how does he do it This kid out of houston That's drippin this fluid He callin it sauce Grindin from monday to monday Hopin that one day These bitches be callin me boss With a rolls on the road Im switchin these lanes And im hoggin em all Dont know what to call it I guess im just ballin Im ballin im ballin Im ballin I ball If you grindin You gon eat If you broke Then you gon starve Yea i started from the streets But now im shootin for the stars I use to walk where i had to be But now im thinkin foreign cars You see the things i had to see, Now you see why im goin hard Im thinkin pullin up in a lambo I want my money heavy I can barely hold my pants If you feel me then put ya fuckin hands up Come up in this bitch And hold this hoe ransom Like damn son Where you get that Come up off the chain The game and the range Like wait whats that Hold up dont try nothing fonie Got my homies And they posted in the back And they Strapped up like a bungee jumper When the choppa get to bustin It'll sound like a drummer drummin 12 gauge Yea i got about a dozen of em Ima grind homie Til the homie Got a bunch of money Got a couple honeys And they touchin on each other Getting lovey dovey And im lookin at these hoes Like i did it on my own Got a couple hood ones And a couple centerfolds If you grindin You gon eat If you broke Then you gon starve Yea i started from the streets But now im shootin for the stars I use to walk where i had to be But now im thinkin foreign cars You see the things i had to see, Now you see why im goin hard If you grindin You gon eat If you broke Then you gon starve Yea i started from the streets But now im shootin for the stars I use to walk where i had to be But now im thinkin foreign cars You see the things i had to see, Now you see why im goin hard