I’m on that shit that make you slow but I ain’t missing a step
Rolling dope up in the building you can smell on my breath
I gotta cutta shit it's taking yo neck
I gotta brother and he sleep in the grave
I’m on drank I ain’t feeling ok
This five hundred a seed
I’m breaking cookies when I’m rolling my weed
My coupe orange wit a stick in the middle
Pull up wrong you get popped out the window
They bang blocks like you bang instrumentals
I made magic wit a scale and a pencil
I put diamonds you can see on my dental
I’m the owner I ain’t slide in the rental
Tell the police suck a dick
My hands up don’t shoot me lil bitch
I ain't do shit
You scared I can see it in yo eyes
But fuck I’m just tryna stay alivе
It's getting hard to survive
It's getting hard to bе cool
Another dropped you can turn on the news
We ain’t safe no more
Ain’t okay no more
Gotta list of people shit tryna take my head
And the people tryna get me tryna take my bread
Imma Southside baby I was born to drive slow
Fingers out the window like I’m tryna clear the road
I’m Southside baby used to serve in the Lexus
Only God can judge me I got a stick for protection
Burning presidential ho like I won the election
I need this presidential ho buss it down on the bezel
Gold plated the metal
Shit slide wit a hammer
I’m from down south shawty bitch but this ain’t Atlanta
My partner got the snow like he working with Santa
My chop black an the whip white like a panda
Gotta mink in the sink
My cup easter the pink
I’m on that shit that make you slow and I ain’t missing a step
Rolling dope up in the building you can smell on my breath
[Paul Wall]
Paul Wall baby
It’s either in you or it ain’t
The hustle is life you either do it or you can't
From gov bank to the bank I’m chasing after bank
Dedicated to them Benjamin Franks
Another graveyard shift on the way to sun up
Nothing was handed to me I got it off the come up
Hungry for a change it was more than most could stomach
So let me sum up the inner spark I had to drum up
Run up if you want but I promise it get risky
So miss me with the tough talk I’m bout mine officially
This that Paul Whiskey I got Southside with me
All solid nothing iffy split the take fifty-fifty
I had an epiphany way back when I was broke
Drowning in my bills I could barely stay afloat
That’s when I got to grinding had to peep the biggest scope
I’d rather be rich and tired than broke and wide awoke
I had to take notes to get my money moves invested
It took time but now my portfolio is impressive
The hustle is respected if you lazy please exit
There’s a whole lot of go-getters down here in Texas
My wrist look festive but ain’t no party going on
Just a hustler's focus getting mine then I’m gone
The grinds strong my paper route is lesser known
So they looking tryna figure how I got it on my own
I pull up sitting crooked like a dirty cop
Third coast to Thirty Rock
I get around like the early Pac
Thirty Glock in my pocket to make ‘em milly-rock
Silly goose coming at the wall will get you molly wop
Non-stop is the workload it’s never-ending
Long-term is the game plan the payment pending
I’m sending love to anybody that grind
You gotta grind if you wanna shine
And it’s go time