Stuck In The Grind Lyrics

Still wishing but still ain't made it

Stuck in the grind dawg I just wish God save me

The crack Moma's crack baby the dope man's last baby

Grandma's baby Grandma's favorite so It's all gravy

Everybody eat I pray we all make it

Prayed for a plug just wish he got scale and it's all flakey

I can tell they think a nigga acting like a nigga faking

It's really in him some shit you can't fake it

Looked up to the dope man now the jits looking up to me

I'm looking up to God In the mist of selling hard

They thought I did fraud hell I just started to using credit cards

It's sad all I know bout Is soft and hard

It's hard so It make it kind of odd

Serving fiends in joog cars taking risk ducking cop cars

Fuck 33rd to the C.O. to the jail bars

Middle fingas up way high fuck nigga screaming fuck the law

We went from wishing on a star

Now me and my niggas we trap stars

Ain't no motherfucking rap star

Just a real nigga spitting cool ass trap bars

I spit this from the heart I got trap life poetry scars

Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it

The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit

Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit

So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist

Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it

The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit

Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit

So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist

Witnessed some of the realist shit you ever saw

Seen some of the realest get smoked like a cuban cigar

You don't wanna get blused out here like a Avatar

Can't out run these streets jit they run to fuckin far

Shit I wish I had a fuck to give I'm lying

I wish my young niggas stop popping pills

Wish motherfucka's a keep it real and they ain't have to lie

I wish none of my dead homies ain't have to die

Wish all the Momas around the world never had to cry

Wish my nigga Deshay was still here he ain't deserve to die

I don't wish death on nobody I wish a nigga would not try

Cause we'll light this bitch up like its 4th of July

Sometimes I wish I was a bird so i can fucking fly

And spreads my wings like a motherfucking butterfly

Candy painted wings flip flop paint like on the Donk

26's in the sky you can hate it all you want

Thinking back when I 1st jumped off the porch

Sliding with big bra back n forth

And I learned you can get rich off a fork

The grind can take you anywhere just gotta know what you want

Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it

The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit

Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit

So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist

Stuck in this grind dawg we just want to make it

The neighbors judged us told us we'll never be shit

Auntie say she want to do a feature want a new hit

So I'ma whip this motherfucking fork till I sprain my wrist