MAC Dablacksheep - On My Grind

Nigga I'm really like dat
Mike Tyson meets meets Mike Jack
Get yo mic snatched
How you like that
Make a label nigga up the price tag
It's the Blacksheep
Balling and I fill the stat sheet
Two bitches in the back seat
I ain't even really trippin on niggas
I told lil baby it ain't that deep
Feeling like the GOAT
Check my goat head
Shawty tryna ride a nigga boat
Like a moped
Told lil baby start off with that throat
Baby go head
Gimme that sloppy wit no hands
Both hands, she tryna fuck to a slow jam
Told her this ain't no Venus and Juputer
Need a hold on my demons no Lucifer
Need that money outside of cubical
Have me acting outside of my usual
Had to get it myself, I was sick of myself
Now I'm seeing my growth and it's beautiful
I already killed the old me
Niggas just won't at the funeral
Drop a dime if I got to make a change
And that's a buck
I done snuck up out retirement
Got these niggas out of luck
Bitch don't tell me bout no subs
Cuz you know I don't give no fucks
Issa dub
Getting to the money I'm gon run that up
I ain't know that being real was a crime
I've been on my bull shit
With hustler state of mind
On my grind
Nigga might talk that shit, he bluffing
Getting to the money and you know it ain't nothing
Nine dime shit bitch you know how we coming
Big dog shit yea you know that we run it
Lately I been comprising with my peace
On some real shit
I talk to my demons in my sleep
Got to deal with em
Raised up in the belly of the beast
Since a lil nigga
Sometimes you've just got to cut the ties
Make that sacrifice
Too many niggas on that lame shit
This shit is shameless
The things they do just to get famous
This shits amazing
We tryna make it to the 1st like a base hit
I'm not the one to play with
This ain't Vegas but try yo luck, I'm feeling gracious
On a 1st name bases with the bankers at my bank
I ain't posted up no money
Put that paper in the bank
I be moving how I'm moving
I'm doing what they can't
And I ain't clarifying shit
Bitch take a look now what you think
Real nigga from the dirt
I'm still looking for my worth
Lil ticket for the merch
We do exclusives on the 1st
So come and purchase
Yo bitch say she want a business fuck them purses
And I swear she got that bomb pussy
That shit need a turban
You too perfect
Come and slurp me like a blow pop
She responded no prob
Nigga why you mad at me
You ain't doing yo job
Know these mufuckas throwing dirt on my name
That's motivation as I board on my plane
Shit ain't the same
Fuck em
I ain't know that being real was a crime
I've been on my bull shit
With hustler state of mind
On my grind
Nigga might talk that shit, he bluffing
Getting to the money and you know it ain't nothing
Nine dime shit bitch you know how we coming
Big dog shit yea you know that we run it
Lately I been comprising with my peace
On some real shit
I talk to my demons in my sleep
Got to deal with em
Raised up in the belly of the beast
Since a lil nigga
Sometimes you've just got to cut the ties
Make that sacrifice

Written by:
Mason Capel

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