Key: F minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Yeah,
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tryna turn a four and a half to a whole thing
Going so hard, it's like I'm us,
I got a clone lane (let's go)
I ain't a player,
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The Good Dope Stove, this what they call me
It don't matter what you want hoe,
as long as you call me
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I'ma get it to you,
your ass on 16 South
Fuck you was thinkin' about,
we don't play this shit in the South
I wish that I can sell drugs without
a weapon on me (well)
But my hommie might be plannin' to pull
his weapon on me (well)
I know the po- po wanna put us where my ground,
where Sandra Ground at
This is the world order,
it's all a part of they plan, Jack
Niggas kill niggas and they're
making us do it
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Even if we ain't tryna go to war,
they're talkin' us to it
Verse 2
time (one time)
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Without having to say,
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"Fuck somebody" in my mind (in my mind)
once again (once again)
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And ain't gotta worry about
Verse 3
two plus two fuck one time
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I'm just out here on my grind
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me some change
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I'm just out here on my grind
Even if I gotta hustle cocaine
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I'm just out here on my grind
Ain't gon' let the jacker
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s murder me, man
If I'm gon' make a wrongin',
Verse 4
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Yeah, I can't stand my baby mama,
I'm like most of you nigga
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bullshit like most of you nigga
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Going through it so just your kid
can't be close to your nigga
Mad at me 'cause I be
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I know you be fucking your home- girl
niggas even worst
Smiling in my Facebook, really
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My aim forward is the realest
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number in my contact
Fuck my call log,
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I ain't callin' none of y'all back
August 9, 2009, y'all know,
y'all should have killed me
Since I'm still living,
1Deep Entertainment,
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I don't need a team, chill
Mrs. Jackie got permits,
I was really trying that
Thought I was living it up,
but I was really dying
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Well, I came in the dough, said it before
I never live life with bread, no more
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you gotta check your hoes
I don't respect y'all hoes
Seeing Thomas was my stalker,
we ain't courting number nine
She was lookin' at my crib,
couldn't believe it was mine
Verse 5
time (one time)
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Without having to say fuck somebody
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again (once again)
two plus two fuck one time
Verse 6
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grind
I'm just tryna make
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I'm just out here on my grind
Even if I gotta hustle cocaine
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I'm just out here on my grind
Ain't gon' let the jackers murder me,
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man
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I'm just out here on my grind
If I'm gon' make a wrongin',
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsFm Db Gdim Cm Eb...
Fm
Db
Gdim
Cm
Eb
Gm
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