Music: Grubbo Music
Ain't no love
When I'm chasing stacks
All the time I lost
That I ain't getting back
I gave them money gave
Them money gave
Them clothes gave them packs
I built them up they tried
To tear me down
What kinda shit is that
I'm on the top floor this ain't
No penthouse it's a flat
Leave the worker there
And when he's done with that
I'll double back
Hear them talking about brick
You ain't ever cut a slab
All you do is run your trap
All I do is run the trap
They said I'm OCG 'cause I pattern a lot
I'll send a man a hundred miles
Just to pattern some shots
True I hit rock bottom
Then went back to the top
They wasn't there when grandma
Used to take me charity shop
Probably happy when I went away
But now they're stuck with me
Had them thinking I was down
Whole time I'm up really
That's how I stay ahead
There ain't no catching up with me
And I'm too crappy
That's why all the Malis **** with me
Kept up a ****ery
I was on the wing with Pirate P
Shit free the uptis
I was selling grease like Kentucky
Dead broke I used to be grubby
Just a grafter I never been lucky
I'll go any block bet I find the blind spots
I could build a cunch line with a guide dog
Pray for a clean run shit but I might not
I always play my part I always do my job
I say it with my chest
That I'm different from the rest
There ain't many
That can come back litter than they let
I did it on the stove
And I did it with my press
My niggas played their part
I gotta give them their respect
I came back to **** it up
And really make a mess
They told me keep my hands clean
I'll put this 20 on your head
I'm difficult at best
I'm surprised she never left
I really rest my head
Anywhere I make my bed
A lot of pain I blocked
Out since I been in the pen
All them birthdays
And funerals I couldn't attend
I call home 'cause shit
I miss my family again
A lot of fake friends
I'm moving anti with them
I remember thinking years until
I touch back the roads
My whole team's got unto
In bulk I can swear on my life
No one ain't going broke
I just heat up this clamp
I put pressure on coke
Want to see raw talent
Watch me cook up this dope
I got old money hope
That they don't change up the notes
I rock Louis V can't get
No stain on my clothes
No more tuna and noodles
As well free the bros