Lyrics

[Intro] (It's Hokatiwi) SBDSM shit, man Whole gang on top, they can't fuck with us [Chorus] Real nigga, I can never go against the grain (I can't) You won't understand my struggle, understand my pain Ain't no point in pointin' fingers, you the one to blame (You is) I won't ever leave my team, shit, I feel like Dame Ain't no shame in takin' L's, that's what got me here Michael Jackson beat it, cop her panties as a souveneir (Okay) Feel good now, but it's gon' hurt you when they disappear In the field tryna get a sack, I'm like a Buccaneer [Verse 1] Grind, grind, grind, all I do just like some bad brakes Ain't no point in tryna keep up with us, you in last place Slid on him, he ain't see us comin' like a blind date If a nigga touch me or the gang, up the crime rate Fake is somethin' I can never be (I can't) Don't give a fuck 'bout what they said, why you tellin' me? (I don't care) Told the plug I need that zaza, don't you Reggie me (I need it) From the East but my bitch look like Penelope (Bitch bad) [Chorus] Real nigga, I can never go against the grain (Real nigga) You won't understand my struggle, understand my pain (Won't) Ain't no point in pointin' fingers, you the one to blame I won't ever leave my team, shit, I feel like Dame (ShittyBoyz) Ain't no shame in takin' L's, that's what got me here Michael Jackson beat it, cop her panties as a souveneir (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Feel good now, but it's gon' hurt you when they disappear (I swear) In the field tryna get a sack, I'm like a Buccaneer [Verse 2] Hit a couple bumps, but the plan never changed (No) I can't follow niggas, gotta make my own lane Feel like Lillard, pull up from deep callin' game Them is not your buffies, go and get your own frames You ain't do the work, why you expect that you gon' get results? Make me wonder when niggas was little, what was niggas taught? Remember Stan gave me punches but we never faught Niggas fucked up tryna run way before they walked Lil' dumb ass [Chorus] Real nigga, I can never go against the grain (Real nigga) You won't understand my struggle, understand my pain (You won't) Ain't no point in pointin' fingers, you the one to blame (Lame) I won't ever leave my team, shit, I feel like Dame (Dame Time) Ain't no shame in takin' L's, that's what got me here Michael Jackson beat it, cop her panties as a souveneir (Ayy, ayy) Feel good now, but it's gon' hurt you when they disappear In the field tryna get a sack, I'm like a Buccaneer