TR-i - Hurdle Lyrics

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Yea' yea'
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Tri

I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea')
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea' yea)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I dont give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea')
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea' yea)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I dont give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile

I dont give a f*ck about a hurdle
Come up out the bag get it poppin like a kernel
I don't lack keep it tight like a girdle
Fill you up with shells, I'm a ninja you a turtle
I been on my own thang
Can't keep me down I was born with a mad spring
I cut my arms just to grow out my wings
I can't swim , but I dont drown
Don't sink, don't sink
Can't tell me shit I'm the best
I ain't got no ears for the rest
I wasn't staying in the hood so I left
But you a never get a pass tryna test
Talkin' bout risks, I'm a vet
Full clip, real quick to digest
Type of bitch, I'mma say it with my chest
Pull a gun out my bra, put a hole in ya neck (Neck)

I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea')
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea' yea)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I dont give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea')
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea' yea)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I dont give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile

Money, gimme this beat
I'll f*ck it up like I do in them sheets
I got that fire oh I got that heat
These niggas is soft
These bitches been weak
I chase the bread right on down to the crust
I cannot balance this lean in my cup
My squad from the hood, my gang goin' up
They all in cahoots
In Tri Tri we trust
Shawty was naked and bare (Yogi)
I put my tongue on that bitch (Yoshi)
She had some meat with some bread (Hoagie)
Not one of a kind
Bitch I am the only
I did not cross on that side (But)
I'm still divine with a nine (Yup)
Heat yo' ass just like the Miser
Doctors cannot stabilize ya
Own like apostrophes
You cannot conquer me
I'm an anomaly
Woke with insonomy
Please do not bother me
F*ck them apologies
When I see red, won't be no stoppin' me
Hop in that booth just like superman do
Hop on yo track and I T'up
I'm from the Chi, but I don't come up shy
In my blue and my black and my G'z up

I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea')
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea' yea)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I dont give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea')
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile (Yea' yea)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I dont give a f*ck about a hurdle (No)
I don't give a f*ck about a hurdle
Grew from the dirt cuz my grind too fertile