G.A.N.G. Up (Grind And Never Give Up) lyrics

by

Freeway


[Produced by G Rocka]

[Hook: Medi]
I heard you want me to give it up, b*tch you crazy
Grind til I make it, no if’s or maybe's
If a motherf*cker really want me stop
You better make me, make me, make me
All black tints on the black Mercedes
Ride around town with my sh*t off safety
Last thing you wanna hear is this thing pop
You gonna make me, make me, don’t make me

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Why I still rap my n*gga cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the booth fireproof
Why I still rap my n*gga cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the booth fireproof
Why I still rap my n*gga cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the booth fireproof
Riding on the train when I couldn't buy a coupe
I was inspired by Cube, just like I admired Snoop
Digging in the crates I'm just tryin' to find a loop
Then I rhyme over your head like I'm trying to design a roof
You only get one shot, I'm the type to shoot
No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon' find the hoop
I'mma do it, my homie say wassup, n*gga listen
I ain't dissing but this is constructive criticism
You been rapping all your life my n*gga
I think it's time to drop the mic my n*gga
I ain't wanna knock advice
So every time I spit a hot a capella on stage
I drop the mic my n*gga
See I'm out on boxing life
And I won't throw in the towel
And stop the fight, not tonight, n*gga
[Hook: Medi]
I heard you want me to give it up, b*tch you crazy
Grind til I make it, no if’s or maybe's
If a motherf*cker really want me stop
You better make me, make me, make me
All black tints on the black Mercedes
Ride around town with my sh*t off safety
Last thing you wanna hear is this thing pop
You gonna make me, make me, don’t make me

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Ain't no quitter in me
Bullsh*tter in me
Forfeiter in me if I'm chasing more Benjies
Please don't condemn me, it's the poor n*gga in me
Waging a war against pennies
If I get it from sinning, may the Lord forgive me
So much game in the hood I'm absorbing plenty
From OG's. As I reach in I pour some in Henny
In a cup, It's Pac and Eminem
It's against all odds. And I don't give a f*ck man
I don't give a f*ck
Yeah that's what's up
I slap hands with Hov
I gave dap to Puff
I got game from Russel, I think that's enough
Motivation. to never let success pass me up
Master P told me, keep both feet in the game
Inspiration came from too many people to name
Now that I'm up yeah I got to keep it the same
I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game
[Hook: Medi]
I heard you want me to give it up, b*tch you crazy
Grind til I make it, no if’s or maybe's
If a motherf*cker really want me stop
You better make me, make me, make me
All black tints on the black Mercedes
Ride around town with my sh*t off safety
Last thing you wanna hear is this thing pop
You gonna make me, make me, don’t make me
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