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[Hook] x 2 Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up Grip grain and show up Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up Turn up that light show Now watch as we glow up [Verse] In the studio where everyday but nothing changing for me I'm getting bored with this shit, Lord give me strength For I don't know how I'm gonna make it I'm tired of living basic, remind me of the long nights When I was in the basement, I must be doing something wrong Trying to put my cousin's on, help my younger Puddy Even put his little brothers on 'Cause when I was young I ain't had inspiration Just a bunch of hood niggas around instigating Telling me I'm ugly telling me I ain't shit Now that I'm an artist I'm obligated to paint shit My niggers never left Philly so we ain't seen shit Instagram probably the closest they got to Vegas So when I go to the hood they think I made it The longer I'm gone the more I become their favorite And even though I wanna say I love it, I hate it 'Cause that's the same thing P said before they hate it What's a dream if it got a limit on it What's a team if it got a gimmick on it World records I'm going guiness on 'em So when a world stop I'ma keep spending on 'em Hating niggas on my dick like they jammy on 'em They thirsty still drying snitching on 'em I just hope they keep it pushing before I push up on 'em But I really wanna push up on 'em [Hook] Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up Grip grain and show up Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up Turn up that light show Now watch as we glow up [Verse] I know I've been falling off Rap just told me, rap just know me Before you niggers started treating privaledge like Kobe I was one my lonely, one came and shooting videos on my probe tip Now er'where I go these hoes knows and spit Vegas, Navada even California knows me trips I ain't even doin' shows and sh-- Walking to church the past they looking like holy sh-- Damn I'm still praying to the man and I ain't there yet I'm on fear facts, tryin' to get a pair of checks Last minute money would call me all the time In that full of ice cubes are you there yet We're broke and no compare to that If your chain ain't real, then why you wearin' that? You gon' have these little kids tryin' to rob something And go to jail tryin' to catch up with your square ass [Hook] Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up Grip grain and show up Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up Turn up that light show Now watch as we glow up [Interlude] I told you I was gonna bring these legends out right We 'bout to take you out down south Pause All it takes is one time, hold up, hold up [Verse: Bun B] Triolo T baby the man and the myth Got the douja by the uzzi and the vodka by the fifth Got that bobby by the pound and that Whitney by the key So if you know just like I know you should get it like me And if you can't get it like me then you can't get it from me First come first served, just show your boy the money This is cash and carry the rules don't vary Same time home boy don't be acting all scary Boy it's ashes like Larry they need a better lotion You're working and coming back write you need a better potion The girl ain't coming back tonight you'll need the better motion And a bigger boat to make her get wetter than an ocean That's when I come in, that's when you go out RIP to your ho yeah a little more we pour out We go pour up, grip grain and show up Turn up that light show Now watch as we glow, watch as we glow.
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