Body
Whats up!

Nigaas better act right, we droppin all year
Tities in the cat fight, we poppin out here
She sad when i pack light, mean i can steak
But i bust a gatorbag, whipe cocodrile's tears
Seats lean back, convertible roof tops
She like mumble rappers, i convert her to 2Pac
'96 bonnie and clyde burnin a jukebox
Now she heard the truth, she ain't concerning
You dudes drop,she just wants sex when the light go out
Sit on stage, watch me rock till the mics go out
Got a body like a godess, so i might show out
Freestylin like the asylium, let the psycho out
Couple haters in the crowd want me broke and thirsty
Or in the can rappin bars cope and hershy
But i made it with your heova mercy
Now super lit, like Marshawn Lynch in an Oakland jersey
But, thats how dope a curse be, doper then spoken words
So your birds dont concern me, cause if your mind ain't strong
You won't deserve me, oh you've never read a book bitches?
Hope you heard me, its the mind drug the c.r.o.o.k.e.d ,i ain't no hater
Your hustle dont pay me
Just leave me alone 'fore i fuck your old lady
Till I tell'er i'm cummin' like russel told katy
Ya'll be in the club poppin xanax with the vultures
I'll be fuckin' with flex when he ran up at the culture
Couple of fuck boys should be ran up out the culture
Elephants in the room aways mad about the poke, (yeah)
Over negative elements my story takes precedents
Take a seat it'll shock you quicker than tomas edison's
Electric chair
I might in a dead sentence, but still fred astaire
Cause dancin on beats keep me relevant
Crooked risin hell again, go and tell your friends
When you fall but learn, thats when you fell your ends
Game crusify you when you have to sell your vans
But when the them scars start to heal where the nails when in, you win
We just bounce back like big sean
Doin that reality rap, not fiction
Sometimes life's a bitch, wicked as a witch one
We all make some big mistakes like grich quan
But who are you to judge us for that?
You motherfuckers is whack
It dont matter the hoes love us in fact
On the other hand a got a thousand condoms and thats a rubber band
Triple fat, how bubble is that?
Imma hit it till wiggle and jiggle give'er the pickle
Till the chick is a cripple to sweat
Hit my temple and trickle
Than imma take me a trip to the diego, kick it with nickle
Pick up a pencil to a mr porter sick instrumental
Call kino like "yo whats our next move?"
Word to pimpin kin and better be our best move
I got a flow tha'll never let the west lose
Before I do, I son you n***as quick as test tubes
Fellin like shady records is a page being thrown out
Even on the college kids wanna hear more house
Listen my n***a i grew up in a poor house
My grind is all at war, till im wore out

My grind is all at war, till im wore out
My grind is all at war, till im wore out
My grind is all at war, till im wore out
My grind is all at war, till im wore out