These niggas got the nerve to ask me why I go so hard
When the real question is, nigga
Why don't you?
C'mon
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
Salute to all my block huggers moving hard or the soft
Ducking the law
Quick on the draw, getting them packages off
That work virgin, fiends locking they jaw
Got money flowing like Niagara Falls, and it ain't stopping at all
Cause 9 to 5's ain't replacing what you make with your wrist
F*ck 9-1-1, stamp the 911 on the whip
Accounting for every second like I'm counting my chips
Time to buy the corners they backing us in
We don't own the planes where the drugs and the guns came
They use it as bait, shifting the blame, rigging the game
Damn
Pick your poison
The choice is all yours
Even if you gotta crawl, young nigga move forward
Yeah
Cause scared money never made none
So we hustle all night until the day come
Got the fire case the oops wanna face us
Yeah we play rough
Blame the game for the way we chase paper
Uh
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
You see I started with a stash box, like I had a goatee
Pockets on full like my bladder when I go pee
Then cops started snatching packages, they playing porch thief
The border on lock, time to flip it on to plan B
Side stepping street rules, headed back to college
But this time, niggas applied the knowledge
Now I'm polishing my name plate
Making trust funds for my namesake
Could've been erased, but this music was my saving grace
Half the nights we sacrifice the rest for rewards
Cause success is nothing more than a double edged sword
So when I see my people broke I be floored like
How you goofies poor when we all got the same 24
Lord forgive us for the poison we sold, to get them digits up
But what's the difference tween us, and AstraZeneca
This one's for the hustlers puffing Senecas, stressed out
Get it how you get it, face yo fate with yo chest out
C'mon
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
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These niggas got the nerve to ask me why I go so hard
When the real question is, nigga
Why don't you?
C'mon
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
Salute to all my block huggers moving hard or the soft
Ducking the law
Quick on the draw, getting them packages off
That work virgin, fiends locking they jaw
Got money flowing like Niagara Falls, and it ain't stopping at all
Cause 9 to 5's ain't replacing what you make with your wrist
F*ck 9-1-1, stamp the 911 on the whip
Accounting for every second like I'm counting my chips
Time to buy the corners they backing us in
We don't own the planes where the drugs and the guns came
They use it as bait, shifting the blame, rigging the game
Damn
Pick your poison
The choice is all yours
Even if you gotta crawl, young nigga move forward
Yeah
Cause scared money never made none
So we hustle all night until the day come
Got the fire case the oops wanna face us
Yeah we play rough
Blame the game for the way we chase paper
Uh
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
You see I started with a stash box, like I had a goatee
Pockets on full like my bladder when I go pee
Then cops started snatching packages, they playing porch thief
The border on lock, time to flip it on to plan B
Side stepping street rules, headed back to college
But this time, niggas applied the knowledge
Now I'm polishing my name plate
Making trust funds for my namesake
Could've been erased, but this music was my saving grace
Half the nights we sacrifice the rest for rewards
Cause success is nothing more than a double edged sword
So when I see my people broke I be floored like
How you goofies poor when we all got the same 24
Lord forgive us for the poison we sold, to get them digits up
But what's the difference tween us, and AstraZeneca
This one's for the hustlers puffing Senecas, stressed out
Get it how you get it, face yo fate with yo chest out
C'mon
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
When the real question is, nigga
Why don't you?
C'mon
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
Salute to all my block huggers moving hard or the soft
Ducking the law
Quick on the draw, getting them packages off
That work virgin, fiends locking they jaw
Got money flowing like Niagara Falls, and it ain't stopping at all
Cause 9 to 5's ain't replacing what you make with your wrist
F*ck 9-1-1, stamp the 911 on the whip
Accounting for every second like I'm counting my chips
Time to buy the corners they backing us in
We don't own the planes where the drugs and the guns came
They use it as bait, shifting the blame, rigging the game
Damn
Pick your poison
The choice is all yours
Even if you gotta crawl, young nigga move forward
Yeah
Cause scared money never made none
So we hustle all night until the day come
Got the fire case the oops wanna face us
Yeah we play rough
Blame the game for the way we chase paper
Uh
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
You see I started with a stash box, like I had a goatee
Pockets on full like my bladder when I go pee
Then cops started snatching packages, they playing porch thief
The border on lock, time to flip it on to plan B
Side stepping street rules, headed back to college
But this time, niggas applied the knowledge
Now I'm polishing my name plate
Making trust funds for my namesake
Could've been erased, but this music was my saving grace
Half the nights we sacrifice the rest for rewards
Cause success is nothing more than a double edged sword
So when I see my people broke I be floored like
How you goofies poor when we all got the same 24
Lord forgive us for the poison we sold, to get them digits up
But what's the difference tween us, and AstraZeneca
This one's for the hustlers puffing Senecas, stressed out
Get it how you get it, face yo fate with yo chest out
C'mon
Yeah, we on the grind with it
24-7 stacking every dime with it
Run it up
And we ain't playing round with it
If we hit your town with it
Get it all off till ain't nothing left
Writer: Donald Foreman
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC