(First Verse):
This is for my n**gas who be always on they grind
And for those foolish haters thinking that I wasn’t on mine
And for those independent ladies who be taking care them babies and
Baby daddy trippin’ all you could do is pray for him
Or maybe he locked up and he say he want you to wait for him
But you made a mistake within the time he was in prison
This is for my homies yea you know just how we do
For my n**gas on them papers yea I made this song for you
And this is for my folks who be struggling like I do
Though you fed up keep your head up cause’ we going through it too
Don’t let the devil get to you that’s what my momma used to say
And though you feel like you can’t move just know that God will make a way
(Chorus):
I’d be wrong to say it's easy, cause it's hell out here in these streets
With that money on my mind, and all I got is my grind (2x)
(This is for my people who be always on they grind
And for those foolish haters thinking that I wasn’t on mine
And for those independent ladies who be taking care them ba---
(Hold up…I don’t think they hear me, wait….)
(Second Verse):
You see I gotta keep it real, cause’ nobody else will and that’s just the
Way I feel
This sh*t is more than music this is how I pay my bills
So I gotta make it work
It's a lot of n**gas out here got some sh*t they don’t deserve
But I aint gon’ hate on you,
Instead I'll let you hate on me and ima pray for you
Cause I see the way you do
Plotting and scheming while I be constantly dreamin’
But like Lil Boosie, I'm screaming “What about, Me! ”
I’m screaming “What about, Me! ”
I'm screaming “What about…”
(Chorus)
I’d be wrong to say it's easy, cause it's hell out here in these streets
With that money on my mind, and all I got is my grind (2x)
(This is for my people who be always on they grind
And for those foolish haters thinking that I wasn’t on mine
And for those independent ladies who be taking care them babies, it’s a
Tribute to yall)
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