On Da Grind Lyrics - Life - Yo Gotti

(Talking: Yo Gotti) 

I'm a North Memphis Survivor... Survivor 

I'm a North Memphis Survivor... I'm a young nigga, money and power 

I'm a North Memphis Survivor... Survivor 

I'm a North memphis Survivor... I'm a young nigga, money and power 

(Yo Gotti) 

I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now 

Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house 

Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoil it 

Ran across my work, flushed my shit down the toilet 

Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it 

Couldn't though, why? cuz I owed the nigga for it 

125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola 

Broke up my tube and my scale, I got no luck 

Hold up, mama even threw away the soda 

I remember this shit like it was yesterday 

Falling in the house late, seent the look on mama's face 

I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk 

You know the look you get when your mama really hurt 

She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'll already know 

Boy you selling dope, get your shit you got to go 

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(Chorus repeat- X2) 

I'm on the motherfucking grind 

You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind 

You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind 

Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine 

(Yo Gotti) 

What am I to do now, where am I to go? 

And how the fuck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do? 

Been looking for me, got a nigga kind of scared 

And all the other niggaz looking up side my head 

They said he came through, layin low with his beeper 

Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagles 

Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper 

Fuck it, I'm a grind till my bank get steeper 

72 hours had 28 elither 

Know what I'm talking about that uncut ether 

Junkies lookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing 

Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing 

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(Chorus) 

(Yo Gotti) 

One week later had 4 and a split 

Called up the nigga, told him told him come get his shit 

I'm a real nigga, I just ran into some problems 

All the time you think a nigga tried to slick rob ya 

Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home 

I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own 

Mama let me back in, mama real strict 

After school, straight home, no phone, no shit 

Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true 

So what the fuck a nigga gone do 

Called grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit 

Man fuck it, I'm getting back with my click 

(Chorus repeat-X2)