#Grindmode
• Written by Tiger
Shit comes together when you storm through the weather,
green grass on both sides, so the middle looks better,
but in reality the green translates to the cheddar,
living uptown rich so you gotta write letters,
to your roots, where you from niggas bang suwoo,
who knew, god done blessed the crews lil nephew,
he's getting top models faded with bottles of malibu,
and his momma drive a black cadillac wit no roof,
Yea he left the block, for a chance to get a shot, for,
an acting spot, nigga aimin for the top,
swapped pot for some coke and a cop for a boat,
got money to pay for plenty of his mommas car notes,
that boys rich so he never worry bout clothes,
he pays what he owes, he sells out shows
A jack of all trades, the nigga has foes,
but what he says goes,
he stays home when it snows with plenty of hoes who,
blow but dont choke, they pros like cheat codes,
his house got foreclosed,homie got four of those,
he aint never going broke, this the life that he chose,
to the challenge homie rose
and OGs got his back,
from the crib to the red carpet niggas stay strapped,
living the good life,really aint good when you black,
less you rap, act, and ball so a nigga gotta brag,
it aint on the nametag,
Living well i thank god for myself
never had nothing till I had to go through hell,
on earth, momma handled her dirt,
got her #grindmode on so i gotta put her first,
she got a versace purse,
i got a picante verse,
about livin in the now till im livin in a hearse,
we done went through the worst,
im spending money in bursts,
never saving up money, prolly a black mans curse
lending hella money out and they never reimburse,
shit, its how it goes when a nigga do work
all these fake fucks gonna make me go beserk
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Tiger
Member since February 17 2015