Lyrics
I been grinding with some patience I Know it's a virtue
Same Shìt that make you stronger be The Shìt that hurt you
You too old to put the blame on the Ones that birth you
Thinking out loud they still acting Like they never heard you
My mama proud I gotta let her know I'm proud of her too
Talk is cheap they Penny loafing Bought them niggas church shoes
The whole world a shade room that Hate Still a burn through
The next step my best step I learned From the first move
10 years flew fast never was top of My class
But I ain't let up off the gas stayed on Track I Hawked they ass
They still talking bout that pass I Been talking with cash
Being broke wasn't no joke don't ask Me to sign my cast
Had to jump off in my bag I can't post up looking sad
I'm busy eating with my team got the Itis I won't crash
We quit beefing as a teen I swear We'll still get on yo ass
Fresh the lightest yes indeed fuck Around and Hulk smash
I watched my daddy bust his ass While mama busting hers too
So I'm forever going in I'm grown with a curfew
The guys forever gone be bad they Terrible They turned 2
I'm Jack Bradley grandson I turn it up For Kerfew
I been grinding with some patience I Know it's a virtue
Same Shìt that make you stronger be The Shìt that hurt you
You too old to put the blame on the Ones that birth you
Thinking out loud they still acting Like they never heard you
My mama proud I gotta let her know I'm proud of her too
Talk is cheap they penny loafing Bought them niggas church shoes
The whole world a shade room that Hate Still a burn through
The next step my best step I learned from the first move
Preach my life like it's a bible watch Them highlight every verse
A pussy nigga killed my Granny she Ain't get to see our first
Unspoken words full of hurt but take Them all for what they worth
God forgive me of my grammar I Hope that nigga in the dirt
They say I'm Generation Y why this Shìt Come with a curse
You live fake that's how you die can't Tell ya side you in a hearse
Real love gave me a high but always Kept it player first
I Still ain't going through no phone And never once went in a purse
Niggas messy like these hoes piss in The pot they trying to stir
I been staying in my bubble I never Been the one to burst
Talk my shit it's Breaking news and You gone get it from me first
Leave that Shiesty Shìt to Pooh Thinking you him gone get you Murked
Writer(s): Jaren Jackson
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