You know I'm gon' get mine
On the grind all the time,
I'ma get mine, guess a nigga face it
On the block, the flip a brick,
I gotta get chips, nigga, ain't no
Hard times I ain't gon' slow down
In the days of cherry strings
like show -nuff in a new town
So you can hold the frowns
Everybody's eatin' dog till
Curved dog and his bitch on every avenue
It's only cash, never catch me
I gotta keep a gangsta on your boo
Yeah, slap dick all inside of you
You know, split you like wood,
Put the salt in too, the pot with the soda
Especially during hard times
You say you need to make the bread,
I'ma do whatever I can get my nose into
You know I'm gon' get mine
On the grind all the time when it comes to
I'ma get mine, guess a nigga face it
On the block, the flip a brick, Duranese
Lookin' ass I guess you saw me
we gon' check the pawpeek
that led you to your cheddar cheese
Just keep on talkin' so I can
teach you how to get it free
and flip it like a mystery?
It's gone poof like magic,
And on that channel, boy,
they better never mention me
And now I'm feelin' all the tension
they never paid attention
cause my phone stay scorchin'
No more pitchin' off porches,
With no horses, against all odds
And all other type of horses
You know I'm gone get mine
On the grind all the time,
I'ma get mine, guess a nigga face it
On the block, the flip a brick,
Once again, I say it again
I'm Kurt Dogg off in this bitch
In your ear like close friends
I've been the hardest artist
Regardless, retarded with them flows
Take your bits to the flow, real quick
UFC straight mount that trick
Get her in the full guard
then bend dick real quick
She be like damn this nigga ignorant
about a west side soldier?
If you don't get it, you never even got it
It's gon' take a few flips
but on the bus now stop it
And you ain't got the double
every time that you cop it
But I see you later every time I cock it
You goin' on a long journey
Couldn't make it to the gurney
Better know me, fuck tryna learn me