[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Yeah, I'm working double time, got that money on my mind
I'm addicted to the grind it won't stop
I'm addicted to the grind it won't stop
I'm addicted to the grind it won't stop
I'm addicted to the grind it won't stop
Real shit, n***a, I done smoked a pound of chronic
Had the kush on deck, couldn't smoke the profit
N***as always talking guns
But they scared to pop it, never scared to hit a lick
Always down for robbing, if my pockets low
Bitch, I'ma make some profit
It ain't shit really sweet, this ain't Baskin Robbins rap
Smoke, sell drugs, that's my main three hobbies, yeah
I make a lot of songs
But got G's behind me, made my name on my own
Ain't no cheese behind me, bitch
I always been loyal, you can ask my [?]
Hard times, still did me grimy, now I'm out here on my own
Smoking strong while driving, a lot of n***as tried to downplay
Cut 'em like a [?], bitch been a fucking assholes since the 12th grade
Always had a hustle, I can get it more than twelve ways
Say what you want, little bitch, I do my damn thing

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
I don't stress shit protons in my spliff, bitch
I meant to say blunt, I don't even smoke that shit frappes for your bitch
While we sitting on a hill, girls like to talk a lot
So I drug 'em 'til they chill, man
I just be for real, all I see is [?], of this young black man
Rapping, sitting on a mil', bitch, it's kill or be killed, no love for the real
No love for these n***as, bitch, I'm all about my bills