Cheat the Grind

Lyrics

[Intro] 227 What else? Let's get it [Verse] Mr. Bo Jackson got the coldest of the spin moves when I send blues OT action, gotta pay attention to the street signs and the symbols Upside-down peace signs stitched in the seats of the Benzo Ducking dumb time on the east side with a six-three of that Brenda No weak links in the chain, never lit the flame, can't be rekindled No tiddlywinks, all [?] and [?] and I'm the missing link to that [?] Known art of evils that men do to make this shit a lot more simple Rеd-dot a nigga like a Hindu, headshot'll kiss him in his templе Singing niggas lullabies, choppa cuttin' slice like a Ginsu Teaching niggas how to pimp a butterfly, not let a butterfly pimp you Wrist a brick of blow fare, don't go nowhere without the yistol Toast to the smoke, I grossed the most end of the fiscal [Chorus] Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind Full court, no scrimmages, it's only right to press Jumped on the freeway from the port with twenty keys of shine From Lower East to Michigan aboarding private jets Hunnid a week, can't take no shorts, no leavin' me behind My trigger finger whisperin', "Just hold me tight and press" Stuck in the street, can't cut no corners, you can't cheat the grind Why niggas thinkin' that this shit was overnight success? What else?