Yeah, sit back and take a sip, smoke a fat-ass Zip, Skeye Blu, and I never quit
Sit back, rewind, unwind, as we approach these same old times
We got people always on mind, what's up military, military mind and grind
We got the same shit that you listen to, smoke that fat blunt too, roll up and switch too
After we approach, you will hit those U's, never mistaking the focus of this dude
He is the shit, always on time, bring back that sack and I bring back that line
Bring back that game and I unfocus mine, motherf*ckers know that I'm here to rewind
Take it back, to today, it was a night, down in Mobile, we was slingin' on time
I got the love in the streets as we know, we giving every hood that you know
From Trinity Gardens, where I lived, down to the bottom, next to that city
Motherf*ckers don't want, motherf*ckers don't see it, back in, realize that I'm focused with this shit
I got that shit on grind, every time I unwind, tell them boys we bout to pull up on time
I got the shit and I know this is realized, I got the same focus on my f*ckin' mind
If I bring back, motherf*ckin' pounds, will you come back, back and around
With the same money, the new lot of B's, motherf*ckers know this ain't history
I got that shit in f*ckin' ways, bring it to me and I run that for games
If you appear in the middle of the night, like a shadow boxer, I always fight
Bring it back, you motherf*ckin' lies, always f*ckin' matter, not yours, not just mine
It's those f*ck years, the life of the past, that brings back around and we always swipe that ass
Bring back the focus, on the f*ckin' grind, bring back the motion, the pain and the stride
Bring back that shit, cause that same f*ckin' lie, used to be on top, now we in the high
Motherf*ckers know that, I am the equivalent, of the rap guy legend, Mr. Mothaf*ckin' Buick
What you wanna bring to Detroit, we know this
We're out from the city, Lil Lawrence already knows this
In 89, that shit came up so hard
Motherf*ckin' banks closin, everybody gettin' robbed
Arson and heroin and crack is the real
1989, I left for Mobile
Skeye Blu - Grind Lyrics
Skeye Blu - Grind Lyrics
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Yeah, sit back and take a sip, smoke a fat-ass Zip, Skeye Blu, and I never quit
Sit back, rewind, unwind, as we approach these same old times
We got people always on mind, what's up military, military mind and grind
We got the same shit that you listen to, smoke that fat blunt too, roll up and switch too
After we approach, you will hit those U's, never mistaking the focus of this dude
He is the shit, always on time, bring back that sack and I bring back that line
Bring back that game and I unfocus mine, motherf*ckers know that I'm here to rewind
Take it back, to today, it was a night, down in Mobile, we was slingin' on time
I got the love in the streets as we know, we giving every hood that you know
From Trinity Gardens, where I lived, down to the bottom, next to that city
Motherf*ckers don't want, motherf*ckers don't see it, back in, realize that I'm focused with this shit
I got that shit on grind, every time I unwind, tell them boys we bout to pull up on time
I got the shit and I know this is realized, I got the same focus on my f*ckin' mind
If I bring back, motherf*ckin' pounds, will you come back, back and around
With the same money, the new lot of B's, motherf*ckers know this ain't history
I got that shit in f*ckin' ways, bring it to me and I run that for games
If you appear in the middle of the night, like a shadow boxer, I always fight
Bring it back, you motherf*ckin' lies, always f*ckin' matter, not yours, not just mine
It's those f*ck years, the life of the past, that brings back around and we always swipe that ass
Bring back the focus, on the f*ckin' grind, bring back the motion, the pain and the stride
Bring back that shit, cause that same f*ckin' lie, used to be on top, now we in the high
Motherf*ckers know that, I am the equivalent, of the rap guy legend, Mr. Mothaf*ckin' Buick
What you wanna bring to Detroit, we know this
We're out from the city, Lil Lawrence already knows this
In 89, that shit came up so hard
Motherf*ckin' banks closin, everybody gettin' robbed
Arson and heroin and crack is the real
1989, I left for Mobile
Sit back, rewind, unwind, as we approach these same old times
We got people always on mind, what's up military, military mind and grind
We got the same shit that you listen to, smoke that fat blunt too, roll up and switch too
After we approach, you will hit those U's, never mistaking the focus of this dude
He is the shit, always on time, bring back that sack and I bring back that line
Bring back that game and I unfocus mine, motherf*ckers know that I'm here to rewind
Take it back, to today, it was a night, down in Mobile, we was slingin' on time
I got the love in the streets as we know, we giving every hood that you know
From Trinity Gardens, where I lived, down to the bottom, next to that city
Motherf*ckers don't want, motherf*ckers don't see it, back in, realize that I'm focused with this shit
I got that shit on grind, every time I unwind, tell them boys we bout to pull up on time
I got the shit and I know this is realized, I got the same focus on my f*ckin' mind
If I bring back, motherf*ckin' pounds, will you come back, back and around
With the same money, the new lot of B's, motherf*ckers know this ain't history
I got that shit in f*ckin' ways, bring it to me and I run that for games
If you appear in the middle of the night, like a shadow boxer, I always fight
Bring it back, you motherf*ckin' lies, always f*ckin' matter, not yours, not just mine
It's those f*ck years, the life of the past, that brings back around and we always swipe that ass
Bring back the focus, on the f*ckin' grind, bring back the motion, the pain and the stride
Bring back that shit, cause that same f*ckin' lie, used to be on top, now we in the high
Motherf*ckers know that, I am the equivalent, of the rap guy legend, Mr. Mothaf*ckin' Buick
What you wanna bring to Detroit, we know this
We're out from the city, Lil Lawrence already knows this
In 89, that shit came up so hard
Motherf*ckin' banks closin, everybody gettin' robbed
Arson and heroin and crack is the real
1989, I left for Mobile
Writer: James Brear
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