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Ay, Yeah... Ay, Yeah... Ay Yeah Chris Preezy... TU Antbeatz Tell my why these rappers acting like they made it Man Im straigh up out the RIV and I'll say it Who do it like me, who do it like us, type to flip the pack get the money double up Came up out the bottom, got it off the dirt My Family from the Eastside, got it off the curb Ay... my homies on the block they ain't have a choice Money beat time so they counting every millisecond And if I'm playing its for first I'm never in second And Money be the root of evil so gotta protect it If you fall gotta get up, dont stop homie yeah never let up Back then we had no choice never changed routes Started trappin at the crib scale up on the couch Circle started gettin small when the money bounced Same ones who say they love you quick to Sell you out My best friend I keep her with like Bobby n Whitney I'll let her blow a kiss n ya I bet you'll never forget me I went poverty living, to out here chasing a Bentley You'll never find me at the top alone, I'll bring my family with me Ya'll cant tell me s, Ya'll cant tell me s No, Ya'll cant tell me s no, Ya'll cant tell me s Ive been doing my thang you ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me No, ya'll ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me Ay Used to be that motha that they laughed at Now I'm on my hustle homie i ain't tryna back track Remember having ounces yeah up in my backpack Used to play soccer yeah now I'm passed that Show me where the money at, yea show me where the money at Got homies that be in the trap we gone ball out Yeah yeah, show me where the money at Put my city yeah, on the map Used to flip a couple ounces almost felt like we made it Never thought the ones I helped would be the ones out here hating I put my city on, I ain't worried bout y'all, I ain't worried bout y'all Ima do my own thang Cause ain't nothin last foreva, the only promise is death Gotta hustle like you want it, gotta watch every step In this game there ain't no love, so anybody's a threat Guard your family, guard your pride most of all yo respect Ya'll cant tell me s, Ya'll cant tell me s No, Ya'll cant tell me s no, Ya'll cant tell me s Ive been doing my thang you ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me No, ya'll ain't grind with me no, Ya'll ain't grind with me Ay
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