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  • [Chorus]
    Damn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin'
    Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find me
    Lookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere shinin'
    Live every gotdamn day like it's Friday
    Damn my P.O. I ain't gon' stop grindin'
    Violate me if ya want gon' have to come find me
    Lookin' for me in the streets I'm somewhere shinin'
    Live every gotdamn day like it's Friday

    [Verse 1]
    Tell the feds if they comin' they better come now
    They got my chips straight now I'm ready to retire
    I ball 'til I fall homie thug 'til I die
    And if I died today I know I'll probably fry
    But if I hit the right lick I can live nice
    Think I'm scared to go get it you gotdamn lie
    My money go to lookin' funny I'm gettin' on seventy-five
    Non-stop homie straight to the Cuban's island
    I like to get money, fuck hoes, and rock ice
    Give a damn who don't like it, it's my life
    That's why I drank e'eryday dog and stay high
    Catch me in the strip club lettin' money fly
    And goin' broke the only thing that can make me cry
    I told my P.O. she can't change me don't even try
    The street life got me gone I don't know why
    Tryna at least see a couple mill' 'fore I die

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    Before I went to sleep I prayed for a hundred squares
    Told God he'll bless me if He really cared
    Know you fuck niggas prayin' for me to get killed
    Know you crackers wish you could give me a hundred years
    That's why I ball and stunt for the niggas in jail
    Cracker gon' have to kill me 'fore they put me in a cell
    Nigga told me to turn myself in I told him "go to Hell"
    'Cause if they want me they better do they job and that's real
    Worst thang they can do is hold me with no bail
    Until that shit happen been done ran across a whole mill'
    I thug it out 'til the end homie that's how it is
    Life too motherfuckin' short for me to sit still
    I can't leave these streets nigga they pay my bills
    I gotta be dead in prison nigga for me to chill
    I asked a trick the other day why he pop pills
    He told me I'll pop 'em too if I knew how it feel

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    I wake up e'ery mornin' lookin' for a money bag
    When a nigga died and he was broke then he died sad
    If I was on my dick you niggas'll be glad
    Squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad
    'Long as my heart still beatin' nigga I'mma get cash
    Live every motherfuckin' day like it's my last
    Indictment money in my pocket and 'Gnac in my system
    Need every muhfuckin' day to feel like Christmas
    Heard the crackers downtown givin' out big nimbles
    I know some motherfuckin' Haitians givin' out tickles

    [Chorus]

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