I’mma Stay Grinding/Ooooooooohhhhhhh Til the day I lay it down I’mma do me, fuck what you feel / Put ya drinks in the air if you bout yo scrill I’mma Stay Hustling/Ooooooooooohhhhhhh Til the day I lay it down I’mma do me, I’mma stay on my grind / put yo hands in the air if you know it’s your time/ Imma stay VERSE ONE Forever on some paid shit/I grew up in the slums with bums, fighting for crumbs/ hella roaches no raid bitch I’m happy I just made it/ momma told me pump for funds, hustling son/ to get the 1’s you hit the pavement No need for lesson in Capitalism save it/ 2 things promised, ya taxes, ya grave bitch The country’s been bout hustle since the slave ships/ so avoid the traps, get cheddar zig thru the maze & Avoid minimum wage & have mo hustle than running backs/ go getta for shilla, you’da think I’d be running track None of that running crack, they sold yay, I slang the other kind/ kept me out penitentiary’s never got 3 to 9 This is how I survived the catch, they thought they had me/ boy I’m street smart, plus I’m tech saavy Had to devise mine, keep revenue steady climbing/ never feel I’m left behind man….. HOOK VERSE TWO This my get money anthem/ put yo hands up, hold the world for ransom & some get a Grand son, get promoted for fatter pay/ I’m grinding thru the week, I can function with you on Saturday No money, mo problems, watch me solve em fuck wut the matter say/ they ask me where my problems is at, they went that away I stay with franklins & middle finger is swanky/ chairman of money making they call me Benji Bernanke Catch a case hire lawyers cuz public defenders janky/ money walk & that bullshit talk, Mr. Hankey It’s like you playing for now, I’m playing for keeps/ Learned to never invest in anything that eats Gotta stay on my grizzy, my hustle should never sleep/ my profit will never stop it, portfolio’s really deep Mo gunz and less butter, take notes to my sputter/ & you can have life, get yours out the gutter HOOK I gotta stay touching that $/ I hope you don’t play with my paper/ I hope you don’t fuck with money/I’m not tripping, just give me my money I gotta stay touching that paper/ I hope you don’t play with my money/ I hope you don’t fuck with paper I just got to touch some paper Gotta get the $ Gotta get the gotta gotta get the Gotta get the $ gotta get the cashflow X4

HOOK I am…..Im so Frozen inside/Frozen…..it’s so cold in my heart X2 VERSE ONE I’m so damaged/ where can I find the warmth and comfort on a cold planet new foes new woes old friends attacking you / strangers the 1s that look out family turning their back on you remember when I was nothing with really no place to go my sister heart full of malice wouldn’t let me sleep on the floor Unsympathetic and callus and I was void of compassion I was becoming soul less, felt like my world was crashing/ detached and passive felt pain no endorphins moms and pops crossing over feeling just like an orphan burned/ the tables turned now I rise like the phoenix no more walking or busing my kicks and cars the cleanest 1000 messages people want something I skip that they aint getting a crumb for me I don’t give them no get back so all I hear is you scandalous you cold andno love lost but none found frozen I won't play as the victim/ got blockers on my bumber, they tryna hit I will miss them evil is how I depict them/ peep the game before it even got insert to the system you jealous of the man I got motivation I'm bless you sipping haterade & not happy for my success don't even speak when I'm present .keep it moving and rolling Look all foogazi with ya with ya face frozen

I never had fear in my heart Let’s get it straight from the start Steadily shooting these darts Thank god that I’m keen that I’m smart I wish I just can press restart My life it’s just coming apart Shakespearian tragedy plot I’m still waiting for the good part my life's confusing like ..... a rubik's cube mean mug no smile, think I'm the rudest dude come & take a rendezvous look at my life hear it thru this tune wasn't raised no dummy no money came up in the slum in my chromosomes genecticist couldn’t tell you where I'm from see all I had was moms, pops rarely raise me relatives were crazy nam vets, reagonomics, scarface, inflation were the early eighty's steady, staying in a school or some books they would say that I was gifted all my mother's children pumped yay, except for me I lifted paid attention to the destruction fucking dealing with the drama watched older siblings credit work to their own moma evil as osama, at night a zombie not tucking me member when cps came & snatched us out of her custody group home 2 foster home til I was grown & on my own no real family support chronic homelessness lived n a old brogham emotional scars just made it real hard & even when I post on the ave & slept on the blvd I never had fear in my heart/Let’s get it straight from the start Steadily shooting these darts/Thank god that I’m keen that I’m smart I wish I just can press restart/My life it’s just coming apart Shakespearian tragedy plot/I’m still waiting for the good part I’m PUSHING South Central in the 90’s genocide and High Crimes Watching uncles & cousins, friends all die from them drive bys This shits insane it gets stranger childhood friends turn to bangers Or coka slangers sign of the times throw the hood up twistin fingers Aware of them dangers war on drugs & crimes a joke Saw the riffs myself roll up smoke jack you up & plant that dope 18 years old with no hope no job education I’m a destitute Living out my backpack slept on buses washed up in restaurant bathrooms By 21 I’m done L.A. county jail frequent visits Use to be flinching scary as a child now I’m far from timid Played the got damn games in scrimmage got my own tilt now I’m winning But losing folk left & right to the graveyard or life sentence By the time 25 earned stripes but it’s far & few OG’s here on the streets So these young boys now on the scene emulate wankstas they hear on CD That’s just more man hours for the PD incarcerating short burns like a bidi The little homie got 3 B.M.’s & he only 16 catching every STD Tried to stay calm but the hood pressured me, tried to move to Palmdale, a hood refugee But I came back love the smell of gunsmoke ghettobirds, pitbulls ugh, the 323 BUT THE HOOD HAS DRIED, GENTRIFIED NOWHERE TO RUN OR HIDE Plus I don’t know no other place, this is where I’m probably gonna die Don’t need your sympathy pity tears I’ll just laugh at yall Cuz my experiences made me harder than half of yall

We don’t believe all that blah blah/ and all that rhaa rhaa Niggie haa haa/ my shit past hot Put in work, pull the mask down like mascot Yall get it popping on ya laptops this is live from the LA that raw the type of brother that will find your ip address and pop you in the jaw my nah virtual gangsters firewall behind hide how is you a killer commit a digital drive by what's worse a troll strolling through a with modem comment post you wrote them bitches should check their totem they dreamin support a weak rapper stanning I'll expose your past put your ass on blast no canon not a fan of you man you wear women's pants rock that look where jegging and scarves got pics saw on my mac book plus internet thugs got pellet guns to flaunt lil kids to taunt, in real life a punk come all the way out the closet twan change the font & sit watch all the incest gay porn you want sloppy & fake everything, take ya jewels & ya wedding ring no original thought, just copy paste everything.. big bad wolfgang, rough tough & shake it just as real in real life as I'm is in the matrix internet gangbangers pretend bangers Bloggers, lawless got 3 phones still can't call it really ain't knowing shit but u still all in the toilet u take so many L's they call u l coholic spits is boring dude they snore and snooze you should only speak into nova when ordering food you pussy beefing and queefing that's a coordinary feud tryna be cyber bullying u keyboarding it crude Naw fool we don't believe you, you ain't the kind that did it you should change ya plan up, & plus ya anytime minutes face to face not Skype twit I got my ruger in hand hop out the van break every finger u type with lyrical tech 9 44 mags verbs bullets come behind that flat panel screen hoe cards pulling

The monotonous 8 (shifts) work sleeping & play/ the routine got disobeyed he was told to awake/ from the hypnotic robotic trained to watch with the third eye/woke up all the way now he see it all the birds eye should sound the alarm warn them but they say they dense/don't understand can't comprehend what don't make sense they sleep walking talking they lull them with cognac /suspended consciousness now he waking up the insomniacs rome from the dome it's on release the cortisone/stay head strong and walk with faith you wouldn't be lead wrong aint nothin etched in stone my legacy will reach the throne/and when he fight he protecting the dome protecting home population reduced the fascinators did it/future belongs to children and the underground civilians took a nation to build us genocide to kill us /terrorism the police state were in the wilderness love in the streets motto won't accept defeat / left the candy and sackrin alone aint shit sweet plus it feeds cancer diabetes take feet /give him a yard he'd take miles mobilizing the crowd turn the crowds into insurgents into mind the words went/populous under control brain wash detergent till banning mp3s my lyrics are weaponized /raise the consciousness of the people that's what they are threatened by HOOK Now aint nothin stoppin he over throw the plutonomy Risk is safeties reprocity exposin all hypocrisy Very leary deceits the norm bound to be legendary Nowdays being real and speaking truth is revolution Time to lace the place with aces jokers disgraces Got it down to basis put kings in the rightful spaces Deleting the fascinations what's the ramifications 4 putting Lucy on the lam start to jam up the station The control make calls have you react without a question /But he broke to the programming and subliminal message The thinking is all suggestive he breaking to the congestion /Brain on full eat now down to digestion While they're trying to eat us delete us no more repeaters /he just need the masses to see it just like he see it probably start up the mayhem/ but I’m posed to be scheduled to die 8 o clock in the A.M.