Lyrics

[Intro: Slums, Joe Grind] Yeah, it's some Big Lee Records You  know what I'm trying to do Crumbs  Freestyle Bless Beats Listen  up [Verse 1: Slums] The  first time I met you I think I used you to buy some sweets Now  I'm using you to buy my heats And I need you to eat [?], stay by my side On these greazy streets, 'cause niggas arrive And I need you to vest me up And  I need you to put shells in my guns so they sit in a gut They wanna take you away Because they need you too, but I do too That's why I do what I do So pack your bags if you wanna go But I know you wanna stay I flick crack, watch you stack day by day Red notes and red notes Who knows where this could go? I'm on the road, you on the road We don't stop, now you wanna roll on me? We usually a team, but now you wanna put holes in me? Because you walking with chase and, I got more so You turned to hate and The more you hate, the more I make The more I make the more you hate Only gon' leave the death beds from the .38 That's your bed spread until you reach the pearly gates [Chorus] You got my mind right 'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right Now I'm in this limelight I had hard days too You're the one who made me make it through You got my mind right 'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right Now I'm in this limelight I had hard days too You're the one who made me make it through [Verse 2] And there's all types of names for you Money, paper, skrilla, cakes, bread, P's, cheese Niggas is squeeze for you Now I worship you, I can work with you Can you work with me? And I ain't got a ice ring to put on your hand But I got elastic bands to hold you tight in grams I hold you tight on your hand I'm your man for life And I got the right plans So til death do us part I won't need you when death does its part Played the part, I love this path And I don't care what you did in your past You made the blocks get hot for you Make niggas get shot for you Made some snitch, wouldn't go on lock for you But not me, I ride and die for you Sit in court and lie for you And if they not convinced, I ride the time for you These niggas slipping if they ain't got time for you You made friends turn to enemy But it don't [?] to me Just give me enough [?] sentence please [Chorus] You got my mind right 'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right Now I'm in this limelight I had hard days too You're the one who made me make it through You got my mind right 'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right Now I'm in this limelight I had hard days too You're the one who made me make it through [Outro: Slums, Joe Grind] That's right All these fucking niggas out there Get your paper up [?] bang bang [?] stacking chips (Look out for the Big Lee mixtape, coming soon) Feel me? I'm 'bout that fucking dough I stay on the grind Shout out to Trim, Boom, Shamer Stay hustling