On My Grind

Nigga I'm really like dat Mike Tyson meets meets Mike Jack Get yo mic snatched How you like that Make a label nigga up the price tag It's the Blacksheep Balling and I fill the stat sheet Two bitches in the back seat I ain't even really trippin on niggas I told lil baby it ain't that deep Feeling like the GOAT Check my goat head Shawty tryna ride a nigga boat Like a moped Told lil baby start off with that throat Baby go head Gimme that sloppy wit no hands Both hands, she tryna f*ck to a slow jam Told her this ain't no Venus and Juputer Need a hold on my demons no Lucifer Need that money outside of cubical Have me acting outside of my usual Had to get it myself, I was sick of myself Now I'm seeing my growth and it's beautiful I already killed the old me Niggas just won't at the funeral Drop a dime if I got to make a change And that's a buck I done snuck up out retirement Got these niggas out of luck Bitch don't tell me bout no subs Cuz you know I don't give no fucks Issa dub Getting to the money I'm gon run that up I ain't know that being real was a crime I've been on my bull shit With hustler state of mind On my grind Nigga might talk that shit, he bluffing Getting to the money and you know it ain't nothing Nine dime shit bitch you know how we coming Big dog shit yea you know that we run it Lately I been comprising with my peace On some real shit I talk to my demons in my sleep Got to deal with em Raised up in the belly of the beast Since a lil nigga Sometimes you've just got to cut the ties Make that sacrifice Too many niggas on that lame shit This shit is shameless The things they do just to get famous This shits amazing We tryna make it to the 1st like a base hit I'm not the one to play with This ain't Vegas but try yo luck, I'm feeling gracious On a 1st name bases with the bankers at my bank I ain't posted up no money Put that paper in the bank I be moving how I'm moving I'm doing what they can't And I ain't clarifying shit Bitch take a look now what you think Real nigga from the dirt I'm still looking for my worth Lil ticket for the merch We do exclusives on the 1st So come and purchase Yo bitch say she want a business f*ck them purses And I swear she got that bomb pussy That shit need a turban You too perfect Come and slurp me like a blow pop She responded no prob Nigga why you mad at me You ain't doing yo job Know these mufuckas throwing dirt on my name That's motivation as I board on my plane Shit ain't the same F*ck em I ain't know that being real was a crime I've been on my bull shit With hustler state of mind On my grind Nigga might talk that shit, he bluffing Getting to the money and you know it ain't nothing Nine dime shit bitch you know how we coming Big dog shit yea you know that we run it Lately I been comprising with my peace On some real shit I talk to my demons in my sleep Got to deal with em Raised up in the belly of the beast Since a lil nigga Sometimes you've just got to cut the ties Make that sacrifice