Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Hey, found time to grind and I bet ima show it fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Jumped off the porch and my niggas was booting
All kind of thangs they was robbing and shooting
Went through some things in the game it'll do it
Come back to my hood and they double salute me
Cold with the flow gotta voice ima use it
Never broke the code if you do then you stupid
Put me in the mode I be ready to lose it
Running up this cash I would never refuse it
Hey, I'm giving you quick game
Try to take something from my folks we let that shit flame
Pour out Moët for my dead woahs cause we doing big thangs
Coke done came up in the game I'll never switch lanes won't shit change
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Pistol on the hip an he don't even notice
Use to sip the syrup an I'm missing it flowing
Never feared quitting won't stop I keep going
Upgraded leasing to houses and mortgage
Never needed pats on the back, sad stories playing with violins
Government funding my niggas on the run had the block hot again
Now these bad hoes admiring
To the youth in my hood I'm inspiring
Bump my music in the coupe that you riding in
F N with a ladder like a fireman
Heart cold as the ice that you watch me in
Cause I stayed in the heat like ah frying pan
Had to run in the streets from the narcs again
Had to come up with it, shit was f*cked up damn
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
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Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Hey, found time to grind and I bet ima show it fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Jumped off the porch and my niggas was booting
All kind of thangs they was robbing and shooting
Went through some things in the game it'll do it
Come back to my hood and they double salute me
Cold with the flow gotta voice ima use it
Never broke the code if you do then you stupid
Put me in the mode I be ready to lose it
Running up this cash I would never refuse it
Hey, I'm giving you quick game
Try to take something from my folks we let that shit flame
Pour out Moët for my dead woahs cause we doing big thangs
Coke done came up in the game I'll never switch lanes won't shit change
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Pistol on the hip an he don't even notice
Use to sip the syrup an I'm missing it flowing
Never feared quitting won't stop I keep going
Upgraded leasing to houses and mortgage
Never needed pats on the back, sad stories playing with violins
Government funding my niggas on the run had the block hot again
Now these bad hoes admiring
To the youth in my hood I'm inspiring
Bump my music in the coupe that you riding in
F N with a ladder like a fireman
Heart cold as the ice that you watch me in
Cause I stayed in the heat like ah frying pan
Had to run in the streets from the narcs again
Had to come up with it, shit was f*cked up damn
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Hey, found time to grind and I bet ima show it fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Jumped off the porch and my niggas was booting
All kind of thangs they was robbing and shooting
Went through some things in the game it'll do it
Come back to my hood and they double salute me
Cold with the flow gotta voice ima use it
Never broke the code if you do then you stupid
Put me in the mode I be ready to lose it
Running up this cash I would never refuse it
Hey, I'm giving you quick game
Try to take something from my folks we let that shit flame
Pour out Moët for my dead woahs cause we doing big thangs
Coke done came up in the game I'll never switch lanes won't shit change
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Pistol on the hip an he don't even notice
Use to sip the syrup an I'm missing it flowing
Never feared quitting won't stop I keep going
Upgraded leasing to houses and mortgage
Never needed pats on the back, sad stories playing with violins
Government funding my niggas on the run had the block hot again
Now these bad hoes admiring
To the youth in my hood I'm inspiring
Bump my music in the coupe that you riding in
F N with a ladder like a fireman
Heart cold as the ice that you watch me in
Cause I stayed in the heat like ah frying pan
Had to run in the streets from the narcs again
Had to come up with it, shit was f*cked up damn
Found time to grind and I bet ima show it
Fours in my drank and I bet ima pour it
New bitch a model and don't even know it
Cuban on the wrist an it's heavy to hold it
Pull up in a leer an I'm ready to flow it
Shedded all the tears and you don't even know it
Losses through the years an I'm missing the homies
All this damn cash I be ready to blow it
Ole school coupe with the guts it be snowing
Gas in the bag when I open it's potent
Speaking for my niggas that's missing a voice
Came in the game an was given no choice
Married to the streets and won't get no divorce
Eyes on the prize and ain't losing my course
Pistol on my hip and I won't even show it
Ladder in the bitch an I bet ima blow it
Writer: Cordero Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid