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Crooked I

G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up)

 

G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up)

(album: Psalm 82:v6 - 2012)


[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me

[Verse:]
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Riding on the train when I couldn't buy a coupe
I was inspired by Cube, just like I admire Snoop
Digging in the crates I'm just trying to find a loop
Then I rhyme over your head like I'm trying to design a roof
You only get one shot, I'm the type to shoot
No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon' find the hoop
I'm a do it, my homie say wassup, nigga listen
I ain't dissing but this is constructive criticism
You been rapping all your life my nigga
I think it's time to drop the mic my nigga
I ain't wanna knock advice
So everytime I spit I hit acapella on stage
I drop the mic my nigga
See I'm out on boxing life
And I won't throw in the towel
And stop the fight, not tonight, nigga

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me

[Verse:]
Ain't no quitter any bullshitter,
Any forfeiter in me if I'm chasing more benjies
Please don't continue, it's the poor nigga in me
Waging a war against pennies
If I get it from singing, may the Lord forgive me
So much game in the hood
I'm observing plenty from OG's
As I reach in I pour some in here
In a cup, It's Pac and Eminem
It's against all odds
And I don't give a fuck man, I don't give a fuck
Yeah that's what's up
I slap hands with Hove
I gave dept to Pov
I got game from Russel
I think that's enough motivation
And never let succes pass me up
Master P told me, keep both feet in the game
Inspiration came from too many people to name
Now that I'm up yeah I got to keep it the same
I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me

done

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