Fine Wine

Every day a nigga on the grind Like fine wine I get better with time I get better with TS said he don't think I've found my sound Prolly cause he ain't part of it now I think niggas try too hard Try dumbing it down & you can make it where you from You ain't gotta move out of town Clown, But what I know I cut niggas off If they don't do me no good I don't respect niggas that move & leave they mom in the hood Whats understood dont have to be said But f*ck it, I say it anyway Cause these niggas in the way Been peeping shit everyday I don't care what nobody say The hate real, the love fake I don't know how much more I can take A trip though & no you can't go Me and Nate go back since ringtones If you ain't know Bro told me keep my head high (& my chain low) I dont f*ck with niggas You know we official (If I sip my lean with you) I dont f*ck with bitches You know we official (If I always wanna be with you) I keep me some tissue Incase its an issue & I have to blow this pistol I wanna buy my mom a crib So she ain't gotta stress when the rent due Nobody know what we went through & all this shit is really mental It wouldn't happen if it wasn't meant to I put my life on these instrumentals (It's simple) What you gone do with the odds against you? I'ma just run it up Til they mad as f*ck Like Jennifer Lopez, & had enough Every day a nigga on the grind Like fine wine I get better with time I get better with & I know that I've found my sound Cause i ain't got nobody part of it now I think niggas try too hard Try dumbing it down & you can make it where you from You ain't gotta move out of town Clown, But what I know Oh, Yea But what I know (I dont know nun im dumb as shit) But what I know (Nah saying, keep my two sense) And on another note (This the realest shit I never wrote)