Lyrics

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah, uh Your grind must diversify if you intend to survive (your grind must diversify) Trying to get millions, it's a pandemic outside Things have not changed in all our lives I used to for sure make a cool million dollars off a bus ride But that ain't the case no more, we can't do shows Gotta create new lanes to get that dough Challenge yourself, encourage your gang to grow (encourage your gang) Competitors will recognize you as an all pro Your predecessors will say that you have an old soul Because you remind them of the G's they used to know If your shit really cold, then the real gon' take note And you'll realize everyday that you can open more and more doors Pull up in that skrrt them haters, fuck them haters Fuck them haters Fuck 'em! Don't give 'em another bar, I wish I would even say skrrt...
Writer(s): Eduardo R Jr Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out