Intro:

I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth
I respect the grind man...n***as who be they self
You try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain't
And you never been I just can't relate to it, look....

[Verse 1]
The rap game kill n***as, literally
It turn gangstas into drag queens
They look down on workin' hard like it's a bad thing
Shit I'm the last man standing if you ask me
I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week
Remember n***as in they Benz's ridin' past me
I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation
And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation
Ain't wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient
Young n***a said, "Fuck Jordans" went and copped a Sauer
Ruth's Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya
I'm from Chiraq but I got killa n***as in the Nola
Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya
Don't put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya
Don't put ya trust up in these n***as, man fuck these n***as
Cause when you ain't so beneficial they stop fuckin' witcha
That's why I just be wit my n***as, fuck them other n***as
And every n***a always put they n***as over n***as
But I know my n***as ain't nun like no other n***as
If you ain't grinding, you just hating, you a sucka n***a
No we don't do no twitter beef, we really in these streets
We ain't trippin' bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks
And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey
If n***as really getting money, they gone let it speak...
[Verse 2]
Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief
Instead of tellin' instagram what you make a week?
Ten-thou', twenty-thou' that's what you make a week?
On my mother, fly n***a, spend that shit on briefs
Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees
Fifty-thou', hunnid-thou'? I spend that shit on jeans
Stunt on me? Lil n***a please, I do this shit with ease
A thousand on my G-Fazo's I don't do Giuse's (Giuseppes)
Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B's (I love Balmain)
200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin' P's (Postooo!)
But I ain't tryna stunt my n***a, run it up, Imma run it up
Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don't fuck it up
Couple hunnid-thou', I done fucked it up, went and got it back
Told myself "enough" had to slow down I was in a rush, two or three hunnid' always in the cuffs spent 500 when I woke up
Young n***a living. I ain't give a fuck, spent 10 thou' like it wasn't nun
Remember them days I ain't have nun, slide in them foreigns
Totin' them thirties n***a, we slidin' always stunting
Don't IG none of our cars, can't let n***as know how we comin'
But n***as know how we comin', No Limit M.B. we drummin'
Pull up, everybody start runnin', know foenem gone hit sumn'
I ain't worried bout none of my enemies, I know I'm gone hit sumn'
I'm on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin
This money, but I know I'm on my way to better days
Some n***as hatin' they wanna see me in my grave
Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways, but I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can't let that shit
Drive me insane, on the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning
Been at war for so many days, in the cut wit that bitch gotta watch
For the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence, 50 shots and we
Bang, "Jumpout" the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents
And my n***as, they still in the hood everyday, bitch I'm
The only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road
All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann)
[Outro]
150 Dream Team the Campaign man... I'm focused full fledged
You know what I'm saying.... just on my shit, I ain't too much
Anticipating all this other shit, what n***as got going on
Just on my own shit man, Big G Herbo, you already know what it is
Ion know what I'm workin' on, a mixtape or a album
Might name my shit "Mixtape Or The Album" haha....