Im saying everybody gettin tired of the nickel and dime

Know what Im saying?

Dont waste no time playa hating on another nigga

Know what Im sayin, get this money man, know what I mean?

See...



I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga

Send your weak body floating in the river

Ways of the day, man nobody knows

If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.

Hell I waited, and I waited, til I cant wait no mo

Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro, front me some dope

See money thirty times a day, still cant seem to hold

Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold

Now would somebody please let me know, what cha got to show

For when thangs movin slow, with only six grams of blow

Life aint nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor

Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin the boat

The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat

Momma still work that 8 to 4 lord, bless her poor soul

Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go

Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho



Hook

Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas

Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust

>from tracks to traps, slabs to raps

Spread a little round, make it all come back



Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain

And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain

Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass

So get your face up out the floor

And know that its real

Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live

My life day by day, in the way I only should

So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good

To the good that went bad, from dwellin in your path

To partna keep a lo