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Grounded Individual Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Mhm, I did to
Ski (Dime on the Beat)
I ain't tryna mind read, or focus on nothin' that's behind me
Ain't got a handout, but I promise nothin' is out of my reach
Real stand-up nigga, like I'm outta my seat
Annied money up from Legend, I can't lie through my teeth
But I might lie to my bitch if that's the shit bring me peace
And this year tryna buy a crib
Put my name on that deed, they only focus when you fucked up
Never on your good deeds, LON always around because I know they good peeps
Damn, bro put suppressor on his G-lock, it didn't make a peep
Wood Drac don't never squeak
Been in my head, got this good dream, I can't
never sleep
Bending his legs cause bro lift work and put
it in the street
Been in this tag game, I turn it from my truths
on these beats
Damn shit turn deep, big bro and my pops tell me not to lick on freaks
All these chips up on my shoulders, probably
can bet on me
Feet in the air, now she think she got the
upper leg on me
Shit on who, never too low or too high
Grounded individual, I ain't tryna just get by, I'm tryna fund my kids, kids too
I heard the gun go click, click, boom, somebody lungs and rib flew
Damn, how the fuck I'm mad about some shit you did, I did too
Every time I get paid from these cribs, bitch you did too
Bein' a hoe ass, broke nigga, somethin' hard to live through
Don't discriminate, bad bitches they still get hit with a spin move
I'm tryna make this rap shit stick, this the tenth glue
LON alike, but different, we like six groups
We all just tryna get the paper, color crip blue
Flava Flava, the clock was tickin', but you didn't knew
Or didn't know, would've been different if I already blew
I say no skis get left behind, but nigga you cut it close
Legend jeans on with no belt, but keep me in a loop
Bitches get the boot, niggas got the boot on they whip, how they money drive low
VVs, diamonds, flashin' colors, it's a high pursuit
Moon rock put me in moon boots, got too high fasho
Became grounded with myself, that's why I stay at home
Became grounded with myself, the stress got left alone
I gave allowance to myself so I can stack my dough
I said that I would never leave, but you never know
I ain't tryna mind read
Or focus on nothin' that's behind me
Ain't got a handout, but I promise nothin' is out of my reach
Real stand up nigga like I'm out of my seat
Annied money up from legend, I can't lie through my teeth
But I might lie to my bitch if that's the shit, bring me peace
And this year tryna buy a crib, put my name on that deed
They only focus when you fucked up, never on your good deeds
LON always around because I know they good peeps
Never too low or too high, grounded individual
I ain't tryna just get by, I'm tryna fund my kids, kids too
I heard the gun go click, click, boom, somebody lungs and ribs flew damn
How the fuck I'm mad about some shit you did, I did too
Every time I get paid from these cribs, bitch, you did too
Bein' a ho-ass, broke nigga, somethin' hard to live through