Yo Gotti - On da Grind Lyrics

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Album: Track 15 on Life
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[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young *****, money and power
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North memphis Survivor...I'm a young *****, money and power

[Yo Gotti]
I was a young ***** thugging now, moms bugging now
Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house
Getting my *** in, but my mama had to spoil it
Ran across my work, flushed my **** down the toilet
****ed me up bad, but I tried to ignore it
Couldn't though, why? 'cause I owed the ***** for it
125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola
Broke up my tube and my scale, I got no luck
Hold up, mama even threw away the soda
I remember this **** like it was yesterday
Falling in the house late, seent the look on mama's face
I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk
You know the look you get when your mama really hurt
She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'll already know
Boy you selling dope, get your **** you got to go

[Chorus repeat- X2]
I'm on the **********ing grind
You think this easy, you out your **********ing mind
You could see the **** I'm doing, if you was blind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine

[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do now, where am I to go?
And how the **** I'm gonna pay this ***** for his do?
Been looking for me, got a ***** kind of scared
And all the other *****z looking up side my head
They said he came through, layin low with his beeper
Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagles
Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper
**** it, I'm a grind till my bank get steeper
72 hours had 28 elither
Know what I'm talking about that uncut ether
Junkies lookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing


[Yo Gotti]
One week later had 4 and a split
Called up the *****, told him told him come get his ****
I'm a real *****, I just ran into some problems
All the time you think a ***** tried to slick rob ya
Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home
I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own
Mama let me back in, mama real strict
After school, straight home, no phone, no ****
Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true
So what the **** a ***** gone do
Called grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that ****
Man **** it, I'm getting back with my click

[Chorus repeat-X2]

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