Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deitrick Parker
Songwriter
Pondes P. Morris, Jr.
Songwriter
Lyrics
Back on my grind
At it again
I don't need life
I don't need friends
I don't do trends
Gimmie some M's
I'm pushing weight
Like I do Tren
Give me a beat
Give me a pen
Blew off your girl
Got me a ten
I don't do plans
Enjoying my zen
Making a song
Paying the rent
Adams adams apple fell to the eve
All of these women be wanting my seed
They say they a flower but really they weeds
I guess that's why I had to wack it Uh
Winning lately that's a habit, yuh
Rappers be saying they've had it woah
Putting em down they rabid yeah
Staring down at their casket
Woah
Yeah
I'm going in like everyday
I'm making bands I'm getting paid
I'm winning got the ace of spades
You know I did it my own way
They done woke me up outta my sleep
I'm a dog let me off of the leash
I'm the hardest to come out the east
Need that work, better send a deposit
Cuz better believe it is not for the free
I got all of these tricks up my sleeve
I got all of this family to feed
I done came from the bottom
We made it up out it
They know that the boy is a monster
Pray to God but I'm loc'd like a rasta
Competition you know we gon wash em
You know all of this came from the grinding
Check the watch boy you know what the time is
Y'all ain't seeing me just being honest
If I said it just know it's a promise
Yeah yeah
I'm going in like everyday
I'm making bands I'm getting paid
I'm winning got the ace of spades
You know I did it my own way
Back on my grind
At it again
I don't need life
I don't need friends
I don't do trends
Gimmie some M's
I'm pushing weight
Like I do Tren
Writer(s): Parker Morris
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