Two of my favorite rappers one of them said «I don’t get tired»
The other one said «you ain’t grinding til you tired”I said I’m tired
I’m tired of struggling fucking the profit up like I’m grinding for nothing
Fuck it I can’t give up
I’m a die from hustling trust me that bike I took
I’m alive because of it Crushed ice all in my watch and my cup
I come from watching for cops on the block with a tuck
Socks stuck how many times them niggas shot at us Shit not enough prolly why I never got high as buck but I couldn’t give a fuck
Bullet holes all in through the headrest like I wasn’t in that truck
On that pac with my two Glocks like I won’t hit em up People I was close to now I don’t hear from much
Cause everybody want to know am I gonna get my cut
What the fuck why how hold it in Til you crying out loud for crying out loud
Hold up I trying to smile how about now shit
Looking out I’m down about now hundred thou
I’m tired of struggling fucking the profit up like I’m grinding for nothing
Fuck it I can’t give up
I’m a die from hustling trust me that bike I took
I’m alive because of it Yeah you lying but fuck it smoking they plus they minus
Grinding the subject that’s cause I smoke too much
Sometimes I be clubbing hustling backwards boy purp
Got me paranoid luck fucked up from fort and on her
I know I don’t care for her there for her I’m moving forward
TSA keep staring I be up in the airport supernova
Hell yeah I’m self-employed with 10 bands and some hooping shorts
Ask me who I do it for Reba out her lets do some roids
Used to go so hard to blow it all in the Gucci store
Or fixing up a car just to impress all these stupid whores
Shooting dice to win a little bit end up losing a little more
I’m tired of struggling fucking the profit up like I’m grinding for nothing
Fuck it I can’t give up
I’m a die from hustling trust me that bike I took
I’m alive because of it