Lyrics
[Chorus]
and you would to when your pockets flat,
tryna bumb a meal you aint got the cash,
{I Grind To Make My Paper Stack}
don't wanna go through that so I
[Verse 1]
Placed in the game, Raise from the flame, satan has came,
chasing the ch-ch-change til you makin' it rain, rain
Sane... or am I? Semi, like an automatic, not truck,
now back up you hear the beep, clear the street or feel the static of touch,
stuck in my position you would go with intuition,
and make the decision to hustle til your stones'll glisten,
missin' that pocket change, winters cold with nothin' in it,
so somethin's gotta give in, and I'm waitin' any minute,
cynical, wanna be at my pinnacle like ball cards,
but broke got me shooting at All Stars ((All Stars))
so take that how you want, put some green in the blunt,
and while you wish it's babies it's just semen to some,
the ones who whore themselves out for the paper stack,
meanwhile tryna keep it clean like a Baker's back,
but you know, that dough, will dirty you in the process,
so broad find a different job & grind with a bra'd chest
yes, you and I...
[Chorus]
and you would to when your pockets flat,
tryna bumb a meal you aint got the cash,
{I Grind To Make My Paper Stack}
don't wanna go through that so I
[Verse 2]
No Money is Humbling, some-thing
tells me in my mind I gotta out-shine like a sun ring,
punching... bags are only good for some stress,
I'm tired of lickin' shots, gotta let the tongue rest,
broke boy out on the street sellin' dried parsley,
came across a hard fiend that killed em for his Barkleys,
it's like puttin' too much arm and hammer in coke,
no matter the cost, stop, you can't slander the dope,
'cause people who broke or even piss poor,
aint got a f*** in' thing to live for but the next score,
forced to give up on life, that's why my grind aint drugs,
the average man, blistered hands, 9 to 5's and such,
f*** , you if you don't respect that... I can't wait
to see your face when I'm paid and the check's cashed,
see how far I can stretch that, it's limo dough,
and I can tell you didn't expect that, it's a Kimbo Blow, know
[Chorus]
and you would to when your pockets flat,
tryna bumb a meal you aint got the cash,
{I Grind To Make My Paper Stack}
don't wanna go through that so I
[Verse 3][Smokey]
