Gravity Da Beast - Grind Hard

I grind hard push the line in this cold game
For this bag going bad so my family maintain
Cant get caught in the rain never slipping on a paper chase
Praying things change I cant get stuck in my ways
I grind hard push the line in this cold game
For this bag going bad so my family maintain
Cant get caught in the rain never slipping on a paper chase
Praying things change cant get stuck in my ways

I remember being broke and hungry nowhere to go
So I just sit and smoke my port with my back on the rope
Out of control like a bomb walking my clock is ticking with nothing to show
Isolated and self considerate to no other nobody else
Rebellious to me myself known as my greatest nemesis so much negative energy
What people think of me it's hard to see through the fog
Cause I'm knee deep in the mud of life struggle and strife
I'm the beast in the night wit a knife ready to fight you for this bag
I remain a sav when I'm doing bad for this cash I be on my mine grind
Hustle all the time do the math for you niggas acting shifty you can miss me
I call my moss missy popping off when she get bitchy is why I can't take her with me
On my grind stunt shine some niggas be out of line is why I concentrate on mine
A lot niggas that's fake was real once upon a time
You showed me your true colors now you got me color blind

I grind hard push the line in this cold game
For this bag going bad so my family maintain
Cant get caught in the rain never slipping on a paper chase
Praying things change I cant get stuck in my ways
I grind hard push the line in this cold game
For this bag going bad so my family maintain
Cant get caught in the rain never slipping on a paper chase
Praying things change I cant get stuck in my ways

Family offer help but don't cry for me
I sacrificed a lot for the same people trying to chop my feet bring me down
For the love of money come the lies and schemes
When I chop them off I'm leaving nothing but a memory
Solid stay on my hustle til I bounce back clear my contacts
Switched jobs for my wife and kids get more scratch
Went from hotel to motel til god opens the door for me
He took me and my family off the streets gave us food to eat
I always count my blessings no question
You put me through hard times so I learned from my lesson
So I grind hard in this cold game on a paper chase
Praying for more strength in the rain all the hate can wait i'm going bad
I cant get stuck in my ways just cause I'm a sav
Don't think I won't go stupid if you get me mad
Don't take my kindness for weakness could get you slapped
Or stretched out on the concrete that bullshit could get you clapped

I grind hard push the line in this cold game
For this bag going bad so my family maintain
Cant get caught in the rain never slipping on a paper chase
Praying things change I cant get stuck in my ways
I grind hard push the line in this cold game
For this bag going bad so my family maintain
Cant get caught in the rain never slipping on a paper chase
Praying things change I cant get stuck in my ways

Written by:
Wilbert Fontenot jr

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