Lyrics:
Hennessy! (Hindu)
Pass it!
(Ahhh)
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
Ballin, hit the scene.
[Chorus]
Get yo grind on man.
give a fuck whether you love it or not
That's all we got and if you throw it away
You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay
In your Izod, this the rap God
What'chu
I don't got no time for Xbox live
Ain't no time for PS5
I left all that bullshit behind
I grind hard for me and my mine
And if I'm saying that you
It's Been a minute but you kept the passion
Been chill for awhile now it's time to take action
Get back on yo feet
cin't got no time for slacking
a grand
In a pandemic turn bandemic
Over hurdle for the money
Run it up then scream got damn
Me Yeeeeeeeeee news report
Being brought to you live
Ain't
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
off the so-so shit
Need a lot more kick for this dose
Yo we go so sick like the COVID hit
Yo we 'bout to lose all control
Hedgehog yo the sound is
I wake up get it I had grind hard
Cause I do this shit for my ppl
Came from the streets where they murder
My Nigga my residence evil
Stay with that
where I live
Like a skateboard On my grind
Watch me do my kick flip
Throw that money it ain't shit
We know that's a quick flip
Bag yo bitch cus she's
just in case they wanna try me
I need a diamond ring
So it can shine on me
I'ma get it by myself 'cause they don't ride for me
I need a diamond ring
So
I've been on the rise for a long time, knew I would make it even during hard times, shawty wouldnt give me play, now shes all mine, I got racks in
want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass
Got me
Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa be too
??? and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops
Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, T-Bone too
to hate
Get up on yo grind
I got poison for y'all swarming bugging
Fuckiing pesticides
I been operating dawn to dusk
But Some nights I put rest aside
When
that money get that paper only thing that for sure
Get yo bullshit out of here I will not have that no more
Man it's hit after hit after hit after hit
say you go down, you just made your pay
All he want is fame, pull him on the poster
Playin’ with my bred, it gets you burnt by the toaster
Grind for
thing called grind,
But I can't do that if depressions in my face turning my good into hard time.
I got so much on my mind so bad it's starting to affect
was mine
Til I got tired of that jacking for rap stuff
My niggaz started saying Pull you not trying hard enough
But that wasn't the end
Pull wrote again
Spit it down right to the wire I keep it rolling like tires
Coming through the speakers we be burning amplifiers
Looking for some work they ain't got
Versace
I'm a trendsetter nigga, I can revive Horochi's Yo! These niggas green These nigga, yellow and blue
Eleven in the nine is one for every One of your
All i ever wanted was 100 thousand dollars
Since i graduated college
I been fucking up the commas
No apology for rockin'
I'm not sorry man i promise
no doubt wit' outta doubt
Money long'll, knock 'em all the way out
Rappin' Noyd, jump the negroh out for premises
Iller G, my eye-witness, eyes,
my pain
Go ahead and take a shot for me
While you're at it tell the devil ain't no stopping me
A yo my best bet is go on invest in the .
But round
I be loosin' my mind
cnd I made the calls, but it hit walls, 'in this shit hole man you've gotta grind
I don't rap for the paper, money coming later,
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