They don't see me on the news cause I got patience
Tryna get on clout, I'm only chasing the paper
Million mile long run, no time for the haters
I just keep it pushin like the LA skaters do
Got different flavored fruit rolled in the papers too
We elevated plottin on that a four door or coupe
That rich rollin state of mind tailored to suit
So when I give the thumbs up it's like I'm chuccin the deuce
Smoke like the old heads did before I came through
On my old school shit like it just came out new
Never been with someone real, baby I am the proof
If you looking for a star, see me outside the booth
I put the grind into overtime
Made me some staccs
Spent a sum on the worC to watch the paper come bacc
Like a man on a mission, this is my plan of attacc
Disregarding these bitches and keep my money intact
See me running this marathon, never trippin in fact
I keep my money all in, tha great nipsey told me that
Cut the middle man out
Run to the banC and then laugh at the haters outside wishing on what you have
Cause the grind... it just won't change
I can't stop... I won't be the same
Down for too long to be on the low
Tell these succa motherfuccas, time to get up and go
Cause we rollin. Georgia boi west coastin
Screaming RSC blue rag cause I'm crip
You ain't ever see a gang banger do it like this
Book smart in the streets, I ain't scared to hit
I'm on another level, banging on some conscious shit
Only thing to ease my mind is my mind on the grip
Either a stacc of the benjamins or the forty and clip
Only bout my business, I won't let you catch me slip
Do me wrong on the deal, empty the clip and dip
That's life in the streets, learned better from a G
Kept it pushing like my line, on my Qs and my Ps
Stayed on mine so no succer can say I stepped on his feet
Left him talking out his necc now he can barely breathe
This crip shit I bleed, so don't question how I see
Third eye sees more than the drugs and the beef
Only way to survive is to adapt in the heat
If you're outside alone, hope you and god made peace
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They don't see me on the news cause I got patience
Tryna get on clout, I'm only chasing the paper
Million mile long run, no time for the haters
I just keep it pushin like the LA skaters do
Got different flavored fruit rolled in the papers too
We elevated plottin on that a four door or coupe
That rich rollin state of mind tailored to suit
So when I give the thumbs up it's like I'm chuccin the deuce
Smoke like the old heads did before I came through
On my old school shit like it just came out new
Never been with someone real, baby I am the proof
If you looking for a star, see me outside the booth
I put the grind into overtime
Made me some staccs
Spent a sum on the worC to watch the paper come bacc
Like a man on a mission, this is my plan of attacc
Disregarding these bitches and keep my money intact
See me running this marathon, never trippin in fact
I keep my money all in, tha great nipsey told me that
Cut the middle man out
Run to the banC and then laugh at the haters outside wishing on what you have
Cause the grind... it just won't change
I can't stop... I won't be the same
Down for too long to be on the low
Tell these succa motherfuccas, time to get up and go
Cause we rollin. Georgia boi west coastin
Screaming RSC blue rag cause I'm crip
You ain't ever see a gang banger do it like this
Book smart in the streets, I ain't scared to hit
I'm on another level, banging on some conscious shit
Only thing to ease my mind is my mind on the grip
Either a stacc of the benjamins or the forty and clip
Only bout my business, I won't let you catch me slip
Do me wrong on the deal, empty the clip and dip
That's life in the streets, learned better from a G
Kept it pushing like my line, on my Qs and my Ps
Stayed on mine so no succer can say I stepped on his feet
Left him talking out his necc now he can barely breathe
This crip shit I bleed, so don't question how I see
Third eye sees more than the drugs and the beef
Only way to survive is to adapt in the heat
If you're outside alone, hope you and god made peace
Tryna get on clout, I'm only chasing the paper
Million mile long run, no time for the haters
I just keep it pushin like the LA skaters do
Got different flavored fruit rolled in the papers too
We elevated plottin on that a four door or coupe
That rich rollin state of mind tailored to suit
So when I give the thumbs up it's like I'm chuccin the deuce
Smoke like the old heads did before I came through
On my old school shit like it just came out new
Never been with someone real, baby I am the proof
If you looking for a star, see me outside the booth
I put the grind into overtime
Made me some staccs
Spent a sum on the worC to watch the paper come bacc
Like a man on a mission, this is my plan of attacc
Disregarding these bitches and keep my money intact
See me running this marathon, never trippin in fact
I keep my money all in, tha great nipsey told me that
Cut the middle man out
Run to the banC and then laugh at the haters outside wishing on what you have
Cause the grind... it just won't change
I can't stop... I won't be the same
Down for too long to be on the low
Tell these succa motherfuccas, time to get up and go
Cause we rollin. Georgia boi west coastin
Screaming RSC blue rag cause I'm crip
You ain't ever see a gang banger do it like this
Book smart in the streets, I ain't scared to hit
I'm on another level, banging on some conscious shit
Only thing to ease my mind is my mind on the grip
Either a stacc of the benjamins or the forty and clip
Only bout my business, I won't let you catch me slip
Do me wrong on the deal, empty the clip and dip
That's life in the streets, learned better from a G
Kept it pushing like my line, on my Qs and my Ps
Stayed on mine so no succer can say I stepped on his feet
Left him talking out his necc now he can barely breathe
This crip shit I bleed, so don't question how I see
Third eye sees more than the drugs and the beef
Only way to survive is to adapt in the heat
If you're outside alone, hope you and god made peace
Writer: DeAndre Williams
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