4 Minutes of Grimey (feat. Allen Ginnett) - Lucky13

My hunger is equal to my struggle I came from nothin' Grindin' then I made it to somethin' The age of a youngin' Started hangin' and bangin' and hustlin' Exchangin' the customs To make it in this dangerous jungle In a treacherous war People dying, nobody crying All the shit that I saw You expect me to sit on the porch? Every moment is yours Freeze up and you fall by the torch where I'm from Better not front in the city I'm from Homicides on a Sunday in the city I'm from Young nigga, always hanging wit them older guys We was bangin', slangin' all the white But we ain't Oberweis Fantasizing, tryna be that trap nigga Can't get to the money We too busy tryna clap niggas Standing on that block, where my mama told me "Boy don't got right there" But I was by that store right there Learned everything I know right there Me and broski, brought me to the block He showed me the work, and he sold me the work But nobody never told me to work I used to post up, talk shit and tote guns While we smoke blunts We knew the price if we gon' live this life But we like so what Cause no one gon' make a way for none of us to come up But I'm tryna make a way for every one of us to come up When the sun rise I roll a philly up, and load the semi up By 9 o'clock I'm drinkin' double cups and gettin' paper cuts We savin' up, sittin' on this money Now it's raisin' us. We trained to buss You can run dog, that's what this laser for I think I need to, take a breather Cause I'm hot as fever I'm about to bring some type of demon Right up outta me Cause I been feelin' like you pussy niggas tryna plot on me That's why I keep this Glock on me Plus I got all this guap on me But way before the flex you still could catch me On that block out east Lost my homies, now I feel like God just dropped a rock on me But I won't stop, I can't stop Gotta go hard, till my rate drop Spittin' all this fire make my face hot Now I can't wait till my tape drop And I'm still up on the 8 Block Late night me and J. Dot Better think twice for you ride past Let the 9 blast now the Jakes hot I was bout to take a rest but Smoke told me, "Bro it ain't no let ups" So I'm working hard like I'm in the pros Make a nigga bitch lick my sweat up She suckin' dick and I just met her She know a nigga next up She hope I don't neglect her And she know I don't respect her And I might forget my sweater But never leave the house without Berettas Still the same nigga from the gangway Tryna flip a ounce into a Phantom Catch me doing shows filling stands up You know the gang turn the fans up And you know we got them cans tucked Hope nobody don't get blammed up I be leanin' I can't stand up And this bitch asked me why my jeans sag Cause they tryna hold my bands up Heard somebody wanna rob me Well you bett' not give ya chance up 2 seats in the 50 shot I just hope I don't get jammed up And this 50 bett' not jam up I seen niggas get in jams and They ain't even stay to pick they mans up I seen niggas shakin' hands Then make the same niggas put they hands up I seen niggas changed gettin' change Niggas that was cool since the sandbox So I gotta keep my head up 16 and I got one head up And ion talk, I let the gun talk And she don't never really understand nothin' Let a fuck nigga ask somethin' Give a fuck nigga every one Gave my young niggas couple .38s And some shells let em have fun Young niggas spend a lot of cash Cause growing up I never had none I'm like, "Oh I gotta get me some" Cause being broke wasn't any fun We got choppers for everyone Who want problems with anyone I be tired of tryna tell y'all niggas Where a nigga really comin' from And why a nigga gotta go hard Cause ion really come from nothin' And I never been a runner up Cause it ain't nobody runnin' us And Lil Mally got that sit em down If somebody ever runnin' up Imma always bond them killas out What'chu think I got them hunnids for? Crazy James just knocked his sentence out Yeah the state done let a menace out So I'm showing up at my nigga house Like the cop that move the tenants out But I ain't tryna put ya business out

I grew up smart as fuck, bad as shit But really like the least baddest kid that I was with 'Cause foe nem been wild and shit Been violent and shit Been came home from them interrogations, silent shit Now we fly with felonies and no ID's, private shit I make money just appear and disappear, magic tricks I was on some savage shit when I wasn't really havin' shit I was callin' home from police stations, no one answerin' I wanted shoes and mom was broke so I ain't even ask her then I was way too young to hustle, told cuz' let me bag it then I was in them trenches every night I'm just tryin' get my bread right I'm just tryin' get my bread right But first I gotta get my head right Gotta get my head right I gotta get my head right I'm just tryin' get my bread right But first I gotta get my head right Gotta get my bread right I'm just tryin' get my head right I'm just tryin' clear my head Takin' meds, chasin' bread Got so many niggas dead And then the feds, you know I got to send them bread Everything on the outside, all in they head Other niggas with they bitches, all in they bed I just tell them think 'bout this, we still on this mission Tell them rock if you gon' rock but jus' don't block the vision Just don't plot against me, just don't turn against me I grew up learnin', listenin', had no problem playing my position Even if that came with ridin' benches Just so we make history on our adventures Just so we have victories and not endeavors Put my life on line before when I would never Told myself if you gon' live life, it's now or never I was in them trenches every night I'm just tryn' get my bread right I'm just tryn' get my bread right But first I gotta get my head right Gotta get my head right I gotta get my head right I'm just tryn' get my bread right But first I gotta get my head right Gotta get my bread right I'm just tryn' get my head right

Walking in the function and that hoe said they know me Fire up the wood then I pass it to the brody Had a play in Detroit but I took it to the coney It so much ice on my wrist, bitch, you can't match this rollie Fucked this white, bitch, but she'll be gone by the morning Take her soul, now she wanna lay up on me I'm on some slimey nigga shit, I mean grimey nigga shi Me and Dad riding full clip, this Fn gotta dick Me and D countin cheese, ain't no way around She wanna spin, I caught the rebound, took her to the town I said, look, if yo shawty bad, I'ma shoot no Devin Book If I ain't getting money, nigga, that's a bad look Speaking of my name, nigga, that's a bad hook I'm on some grimy nigga shit, oh, that's your mane I fuck that grimy little bitch Once I walk in, I brought my glock in, bitch, I ain't lacking Fuck the talking, I'm about to chalk him, bitch, we ain't scrapping Fuck all that clutching on your hip, bitch, we bust stick Shawty ain't giving up the neck, we don't cuff them Last nigga tried to play with gang, that nigga head gone Fuck all that rapping, y'all gotta feel me through these headphones Goofy's nigga thought he had a latch, they was dead wrong Now he in the pack, now he smoking on his dead bro Shawty said that she got brains, use her head, hoe Niggas claiming that they spinning blocks who you spead on Yeah, yeah, like who you step for Niggas capped out in these racks, they need to let go Yeah, yeah, bout to let this stick go Only thing you get from me is a headstone A headstone