The Grindin’ Interlude

Minding my business
Keeping my mind on my business
Told all my niggas
Devote they life to this shit and I'll get that ass out of that civic
Who am I kidding?
Doubting myself every minute, back and for like I'm in tennis
Bottle of Henny I chased it with Remy now look at me nigga I'm finished
I'm the lieutenant
And yeah I had to do it had to keep it moving
Had to get my shoe in, nigga I ain't never quitting
And you ain't never spitting, you ain't never shitting
All the writtens that you kicking couldn't wake a kitten, you feline
And niggas think they rushin but they couldn't even pass the D line
I keep about 2 or three niggas with me with that Buddhist, peace
Got 12 niggas with me, which one is Judas speak
And I'm only in the club cause of duckets or I woulda said fuck it
But a nigga need to eat
Gotta smoke a blunt when a nigga pop a pill cause a nigga need to sleep
I'm tryina get my bills paid
And tryina get my rims sprayed
By a Latin who gon get it crackin
Just cause I be rappin and dont know my real name
I'm a real nigga, with some real problems
And I pray to God, I hope rap'll solve em
Like will I make it, will I not
Will my album come out, will it flop
And the niggas that support me from day one, will they stop
Shit, I don't really give a fuck right now right
Can't really give a fuck right now, right now
I got a bad bitch with me, we standing on the couch
My niggas in the building, but a couple passed out
Had a little show, whole hood came out
I dont really see the good yall bout
Yall niggas ain't grindin homie
Yall niggas ain't gridin homie

(chorus)
50s, 100s gon work for it, work for it
50s, 100s gon work for it, work for it
50s, 100s gon work for it, work for it

50s, 100s gon work for it, work for it
50s, 100s gon work for it, work for it