Grind

K.A.T.O you way too dope, kid

Yea i sit back in my crib and I get lost in my thoughts

Am i doin this shit right or am I really out here lost

Something tell me that im trippin, Something tell me something's different

Had to teach myself to stop always reacting and just listen

Man they ain't wanna see me when they talkin' down them niggas bitches

All that huffin' and that puffin' ain't gon' help you in them trenches

And them fake ass chains ain't gon' help you when you need it

I'm tryna grow my stock up, have my family out here eatin

Tuck away some bread just for my niece, she only teething

I don't condone in the killin' but I might just gotta reason