Yea
The grind never stop
Grind till you muhf*ckin drop
Let's go
Damn, I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days
I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away
I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days
I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away
I just wanna be happy I'm just tryna shine
I wanna be up in my bag Until the day that I die, yeah
I gotta problem with shit, though I like to blow me a check
When I get upset My mind be all in a mess
The money gon' clean up the shit
I hate that the money gotta clean the shit up I hate being materialistic, uh
I hate that I ran up them digits, uh I hate that I broke bread on them bitches, uh
I hate that I gave em a mention, uh I hate that I bought them some dinner, uh
I hate that I switched out the coupe too That money gone just like the women
They drunk up my sauce like it's Minute Maid, then was gone just like magician
I was just tryna make lemonade But life gave me bad lemons
Damn, I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days
I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away
I don't wanna go back to the broke days I don't wanna go back to the hurt days
I wanna hop up in this wraith And just get away, and just get away, and just get away, and just get away