Get On The Grind [Broke $#!T]

[Verse 1]

I got a 8 ball in the corner of my sock

Ain't gotta jump shot, so I gotta sell rocks

The middle of the block, where we all copping clock

Hook guys on you, even when you cop a squat

The nights so long and the days real short

Game of cat and mouse so I puff a newport

To take away the stress, the sess in my chest, gives me the strength to go on

Life's been short man I'm tryna 'void cort, wanna break me down but I'm too strong

I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Something on my wrist the only way I'm doing time

I eat grilled fish with grino piszo wine

Sitting in a new v with the seats reclines

Smoke weed everyday just to ease my mind

Tryna live the good life, cos I ain't tryna do time, and I'm

[Hook]

Why's my niggas always yelling out broke shit

Let's get money cos now you wanna smoke shit

Chill dawg, naa nigga get money

Get on your grind, ain't a damn thing funny

Why's my niggas always yelling out broke shit

Let's get money cos now you wanna smoke shit

Chill dawg, naa nigga get money

Get on your grind, ain't a damn thing funny

[Verse 2]

I won't change for money, money change for me

Niggas all broke, wanna plot on me

Cos I'm in the hood, no rocks on me

Smartest nigga they know without a G.E.D

Used to hustle all night, going half on hogees

Me and my nigga going half on Oz's

Now I ride around in a thing with no lease

With rich white niggas, still fuck with parole lease

Outta Detroit like Alan Houston, I been NY but I ain't no bum

I'm from where motherfuckers is shooting, I used to cut up and save the crumbs

See it ain't where you from, it's where you at

The perception of my city, I'm a straight and a fax

Browntown motherfucker, yeah I'm taking it back

And do anybody got a fucking problem with that?

[Hook]

Why's my niggas always yelling out broke shit

Let's get money cos now you wanna smoke shit

Chill dawg, naa nigga get money

Get on your grind, ain't a damn thing funny

Why's my niggas always yelling out broke shit

Let's get money cos now you wanna smoke shit

Chill dawg, naa nigga get money

Get on your grind, ain't a damn thing funny

[Verse 3]

But the weed in the bag right then get money

Prims on that new shit, then you get honey

When niggas start hating, then you get funny

Cos when ribs was showing, they didn't feel tummy

See, you gotta do what you gotta do

And they gotta do what they gotta do

See, you ain't concerned with me, I ain't concerned with you

You don't give a fuck, then nigga, fuck you

I don't need you, you don't need me

I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me

I help feed niggas who help feed me

Show love on GP, now I gotta please me

If it all end today, I still be pleased

Smoke weed, drink liquor just to get a release

The way shit going it'll never be peace

Tryna keep a piece mind so I keep my piece

[Hook]

Why's my niggas always yelling out broke shit

Let's get money cos now you wanna smoke shit

Chill dawg, naa nigga get money

Get on your grind, ain't a damn thing funny

Why's my niggas always yelling out broke shit

Let's get money cos now you wanna smoke shit

Chill dawg, naa nigga get money

Get on your grind, ain't a damn thing funny