40 Mag lyrics

[Intro]
From start to finish, from the rags to the riches, the beginning and the ending n*gga, the only thing a n*gga could say is that n*gga was on his grind, you hear me?

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Let me hit that b*tch one time before I go in
Good looking my n*gga

[Verse 1]
And its crazy how they wanna build me up just to tear me down
They said I'm crazy cuz I used to cop them pounds just to burn that down
No I can't get caught, man I can't get caught, who gonna bail me out?
Man you're all I got, yeah you're all I got, fate don't fail me now
Cruising up in this skinny lane with these fat ass tires
I was speeding after that money and damn near wrecked my ride
I was on my grind, I was on my grind, I'm just trying to get mine
I was on that gas, I was on that gas sitting on cloud nine
Riding on them hoe ass n*ggas trying to hold me up, old slow-ass n*ggas
They lying all up in they lyrics, them n*ggas ain't never lived around no killers
Its free my homeboy Dip we from the same hood [?] my n*gga
I used to walk around hella broke 'til I finally met a plug and I started drug dealing

[Hook]
I gotta get it while I could ain't no time for no fronting
I used to have a pocket full of lint, real sh*t, 'til a n*gga made some money
I was on my grind, I was on my grind, I'm just trying to get mine
I was on my grind, I was on my grind, I'm just trying to get mine
I gotta get it while I could ain't no time for no fronting
I used to have a pocket full of lint, real sh*t, 'til a n*gga made some money
I was on my grind, I was on my grind, I'm just trying to get mine
I was on that gas, I was on that gas sitting on cloud nine
[Verse 2]
b*tch on a n*gga back, man can't a n*gga breath?
And I'm just trying to keep it cool like the winter breeze
Told her one day I'll be on, she was like "n*gga please"
Soon as [?] day came she was there asking for her keys, b*tch
But I'm just trying to make it out this trap dog
Without getting caged up or getting clapped dog
Real talk I've been [?] ghetto past dog
Real sh*t I'm tired of hearing "My bad dog"
First they love me, then they hate me, they don't even know
I turned nothing into something believe it or not
When I was puffing on that loud they told me "Turn it down"
I kept a Glock in my drawers, rocks in my socks
I'm headed nowhere fast, I'm headed nowhere fast
They said I'm bound to crash homie
I almost got shot down, I almost got shot down
Good thing my mama be praying for me
n*gga made a little change now I finally got some jack money
They say the homie be stunting like a n*gga never had money

[Hook]

And its crazy how they wanna build me up just to tear me down
They said I'm crazy cuz I used to cop them pounds just to burn that down
No I can't get caught, man I can't get caught, who gonna bail me out?
Man you're all I got, yeah you're all I got, fate don't fail me now