Till I Die
Pitbull, JSON, Trazz
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world
Back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die
A superstar I am
I haven't dropped the classic
No illmatic, it was written, or I am
Honest to the public, that I am
Mr 305, that I am
A rapper I'm not, perhaps that's you
A hater I'm not, perhaps that's you
Signed a fucked up deal, perhaps that's true
But I owe my publishing, unlike you
If you would look past, all my hit's
Notice when I say, all my hit's
Pit's got a track record unlike them
Money made me see my enemies
Were really just my friends
They ride in the beginning
But not to the end
Money's what you got, not what you spend
Listen to this verse here closely
These boys off like butter
But they still wanna toast me
Put your hands up nice and slowly
This's a stick up
Now give me what you owe me
TVT, now you know what it is
Imma make your name worldwide
For not paying us shit!
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world
Back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die
My homeboys made house calls
Kick in the doors
Get you three strikes that's right
Then they out yo
I hear you take keys, but I doubt y'all
They talk weight when it's
Really like 8- balls
Just like powder, uh, yeah they soft
Off the coke like ross
Then that's how they cake y'all
Treat you like a git
Make you take your J's off
Hit you all night and make you
Take all your days off
Everyday a different day in every state
Different city, till you're caged in
Never late
A life of a hustler, a real street boy
With a chopper, I'm street sweet boys
It happens too often down in, Dade county
Story of my life, but I stay grounded
These fuckboys wanna play
But they stay grounded allergic to paper
That's why they not around me
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world
Back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes (Trazz)
That's why I'm grinding till i die
I love the paper, damn I'm such an addict
I'm might have stumbled
But still kept my balance
With such a fame got me
Going harder than Cialis
Its difficult for y'all, but to me
It ain't a challenge
The saying that they like me
That's so unlikely hustle all day
Trazz grind til they invite me
Try to pull back
But the game still excite me
I'm rolling like Gucci
So yeah bitch I might be
See I'm a president, I think it's evident
You only here overnight, I'm a resident
I'm blessed with it
Niggas say the flow heaven sent
So fuck the fame
I can let the paper represent
I'm on my grind, but it's far from the greed
Money in my blood
So it's worth it when I bleed
These rappers all frail
They crumble like blue cheese
So believe me, it's all motivation like Jeezy
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world
Back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die wooo!
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world
Back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die
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