Lyrics:
and so our days go by
(Boys are going big time, so pretty)
Birds have flown out of their nest left their mothers cry
(Yes indeed, the future is bathed in
we going through depression and
Our brother O's gone
Was told you gotta go through hell
To get the big thing
And when you feel it can't get worse
We don't ever want no trouble
We don't wanna have to fight but disrespect
Is unacceptable
So it's not our fault after it goes down
If you came to us
of our songs and peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind
Chill and this is how we get down, motherfuckers
We don't care
See as I day grind, grind, grind for you my love
No do gra, gra for me, oh why
You for dey whine, whine, whine for me, my love
Beauty sent from above
look on your face
When I tell you I'm outside on Facetime
I'd rather pull up on you this aint a hotline
I used to go by the g code
Now I just go by our
lets advance for the ones who never had a chance
Walk inside our shoes got too big for your pants
They saying we can't we saying we can
It's all in God's
I will take a step back, only if a step back goon double our grind
A diplomat with a diploma, but marijuana help free your mind
This 4 my homes still
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
Fiji water and blunts
Bitch don't front
Stunt if you want
Ima knockin our ya fronts
All this money out here
All this money out here nigga get sum
the Honda hatchback
Do it for my Grandad who just passed
Big ting big tings are coming
All-Star team call me Andre Drummond
My whole grind most people
like a drive by
Ain't no time that bread is ours
We steady kneading that dough
When we're done it's eight figures
When you're booking me for your show
We
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
catch a sale
Always got that killa on use u can tell by the smell
Double G we move in silence but our close be loud yea
Just finish smokin some indica now
Everyday I dey online I dey on my grind
The moves, they uh uh they count me out, never lost
Coming with the big force, coming with the big force
Airforce 1
(Verse 1)
Everyday I get up and go construction work tryna dig out the hole
Multiply by 10 addition too slow
If I shoot my shot and miss then I
eh
Life also hard on this side
To chop food in the morning in the night
Omo na big wahala
Na to dey press phone all hand
Na to dey grind night
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
Uh, we all out here hustlin', vibes
Get it how you live, live how you get it
(Yeah, yeah)
Stay on your grind
(Yeah, yeah)
(Uh)
You feel me?
And we since grind hard
Our pockets right
Cuz all I got is bands
I got them bands
All in my hand babe
All I got is bands
I got them bands
All in my
less if you hate me or not
No fear no one gave me a spot
Grind all day till the day that I drop
Moving
Big kick to the spine
New slide coming straight
the streets since I was knee high
You wanna get high?
Meet me off I-65
Exit daniel payne drive by carver high
Ride and smoke to the park like mcAlpine
All
big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure
Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our
got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive
We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from
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