Dufflebagg J - Grind Hard Lyrics

Baby come and tell me, tell me what it is
Everything I do is for my baby kids
Before I go broke, I'd rather pop a nigga lid
You can't go around with the motherf*ckin' kid
I'm the same youngin' comin' out of Texas, dawg
Still got them Glocks and ARPs in my car
I'm tired of niggas thinkin' that shit round here sweet
Pack a nigga out and roll him in a swisher sweet
Since a youngin' I was book and street smart
Good kid, nice smile, but my head hard
Kept my head in them books and I went to college
But I dropped out cause it's not the route I wanted
I went and hit the block cause I'd rather hustle hard
Gave my life to the streets, I just played my part
Went and picked me up some work and I started trappin
I was in them trenches way before I started rappin
Fascinated by them guns, I got them pistols clappin
Don't believe me? Ask my day one, this ain't no capping
My mind on a mission, I was tryin' to stack chips
Ridin' around with felonies and drugs in my whip
If it was about that money, I was down to take a trip
Livin' reckless on a two-man mission, hitting licks
Robbin' plugs broad day light we would empty clips
It's a different feeling when you feel that Draco rip
She said, baby, come and tell me, tell me what it is
Everything I do is for my baby kids
Before I go broke, I'd rather pop a nigga lid
You can't go around with a motherf*ckin' kid
I'm the same youngin' comin' out of Texas, dawg
Still got them Glocks and ARPs in my car
Im tired of niggas thinkin' that shit round here sweet
Pack a nigga out and roll him in a Swisher sweet
Around wintertime, god, had to take my dawg
All I did was cry every night, it left me scarred
Just another reason for me to go grind hard
A week later, my other dawg caught a murder charge
I know the feeling when you really don't got none
How am I supposed to believe you when you ain't popped none
I'm grindin' hard all night till I see the sun
The game real lonely, just me and my gun
I came from the bottom, can't believe I made it here
Been heavy on the drink, but my vision clear
Done made about a hundred racks in a year
I got God on my side, so I don't have no fear
When I'm in the whip, I got the Glock right on the seat
In a duffel bag, quarter pounds by my feet
I'm in the field, I don't even wear no cleats
Texas boy, when it get hot, I can take the heat
She said, baby, come and tell me, tell me what it is
Everything I do is for my baby kids
Before I go broke, I'd rather pop a nigga lid
You can't go around with a motherf*ckin' kid
I'm the same youngin' comin' out of Texas, though
Still got them Glocks and ARPs in my car
I'm tired of niggas thinkin' that shit around here sweet
Pack a nigga out and roll him in a swisher sweet
I been grindin' hella hard to drive my own slab
Remember, had to drive Stolos, I was down bad
Got to the Jeremiah, it made me so mad
I think about my dawg every day, I'm still sad
Made it through the rain and I beat all odds
It's supposed to be me, Miah, and my brother Rob
I always had a reason just to go grind hard
That's why I hit the streets and became my own boss
I only got a soft spot for my baby girls
Told my baby mama, we gon' travel round the world
Still on the block, tryna go get right
Since I started rappin', stepped into the limelight
Up late, gettin' money while you sleepin
Keep your gun in reach, cause they creepin
I always had a reason just to go grind hard
That's why I hit the streets and became my own boss