On Da Grind

[Talking: Yo Gotti]<br>I`m a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor<br>I`m a North Memphis Survivor...I`m a young nigga, money and power<br>I`m a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor<br>I`m a North memphis Survivor...I`m a young nigga, money and power<br><br>[Yo Gotti]<br>I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now<br>Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house<br>Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoil it<br>Ran across my work, flushed my shit down the toilet<br>Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it<br>Couldn`t though, why? cuz I owed the nigga for it<br>125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola<br>Broke up my tube and my scale, I got no luck<br>Hold up, mama even threw away the soda<br>I remember this shit like it was yesterday<br>Falling in the house late, seent the look on mama`s face<br>I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk<br>You know the look you get when your mama really hurt<br>She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya`ll already know<br>Boy you selling dope, get your shit you got to go<br><br>[Chorus repeat- X2]<br>I`m on the motherfucking grind<br>You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind<br>You could see the shit I`m doing, if you was blind<br>Straight up, I`m just trying to get mine<br><br>[Yo Gotti]<br>What am I to do now, where am I to go?<br>And how the fuck I`m gonna pay this nigga for his do?<br>Been looking for me, got a nigga kind of scared<br>And all the other niggaz looking up side my head<br>They said he came through, layin low with his beeper<br>Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagles<br>Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper<br>Fuck it, I`m a grind till my bank get steeper<br>72 hours had 28 elither<br>Know what I`m talking about that uncut ether<br>Junkies lookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing<br>Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Yo Gotti]<br>One week later had 4 and a split<br>Called up the nigga, told him told him come get his shit<br>I`m a real nigga, I just ran into some problems<br>All the time you think a nigga tried to slick rob ya<br>Thinking about my mama and them, I`m ready to go home<br>I`m fifteen years old, out here on my own<br>Mama let me back in, mama real strict<br>After school, straight home, no phone, no shit<br>Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it`s true<br>So what the fuck a nigga gone do<br>Called grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit<br>Man fuck it, I`m getting back with my click<br><br>[Chorus repeat-X2]