Rise & Grind

(álbum: NAPPY4LIFE, Pt. 1 - 2023)

Some want money and the power
I just want to get home safe and take a shower
Hang with the fam about a hour
Get back on my grind, ease my mind
I'm thinking stout, but might end up with a sour
If I walks it like I talks it, least I never was a coward
No matter what I get, all this shit is ours
And yeah I'll take em now, if all we talking bout is flowers
Tomorrow's never promised, all I am is honest
Started smoking CBD to chill out on the chronic
For a minute maybe 60, not loud its only whispering
I make this shit look easy from far away its glistening
Back when I was 16, learned a lot from listening
Turned it all to instinct, to one up all my rivals
Father was a deacon, but I barely read the Bible
The globe is cold and what I learned its all about survival...

Everyday I wake up
Gotta get my weight up
Just to get where I'm going...
Knowing that I'm up now
Every time I touch down
You can see the grain is showing
Rise and grind
Are you gone shine with me?
My state of mind
No you can't fuck with me...

I'm in a country boy fit
Schlitz malt liquor shit
Chuck Taylor's on
Po balling nigga shit
Neighbor just died
Who gone get the benefits
I grew up wit his kids so we all share the sentiments
Know we gone get drunk
Laugh cry and reminisce
Toast to the moment
I hope we grow from it
Cause every time I visit get a feeling in my stomach
We always kept it honest
But relationships tarnish
Small town stories getting
Documented poorly
The truth will make it to the mainstream one day surely
Georgia bulldog license plate on the bumper
Still can hear coach
Don't Fade on ya jumper
Kinda feeling boujie
Went out here eating sushi
Far from the bar with cheap shots and a Lucy
Now we on the beach in this bitch drinking Truly's
Looking up at the stars from bed of a dually like

Everyday I wake up
Gotta get my weight up
Just to get where I'm going...
Knowing that I'm up now
Every time I touch down
You can see the grain is showing
Rise and grind
Are you gone shine with me?
My state of mind
No you can't fuck with me...

Packs in pick and roll, Stockton to Malone
On the way to Utah, all that Jazz
She from Macon, all that ASS
I'm Mr. Fat Face, all that's CASH
Street sweeper take out the trash
Dope boy fresh about a brick and a half
Please pardon the particulars
Plush custom leathers, tethered analogies, made for TV
Fly personality, the South Sides pride
The anthology, put that record back on
It's a classic 45 smooth R&B move
We the Spinners, blue suede shoes
But these SB's, yee ain't got these
Loud marijuana imported from California
Long story short, this is all I got to say
Went from worst class to first class
What a day

Oh, you tried to take em down but you know I'm all about the motion
And people all around steady yelling how they know that I'm the coldest
Yeah I made a way, yeah I'm too bad
They trying to break me, know they mad
I know, oh oh oh