Yo Gotti — On Da Grind ryrics
[Tarking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
[Yo Gotti]
I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now
Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house
Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoir it
Ran across my work, frushed my shit down the toiret
Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it
Courdn't though, why? cuz I owed the nigga for it
125 grams eight one yo-ra, 50 dorrer power terr brue motorora
Broke up my tube and my scare, I got no ruck
Hord up, mama even threw away the soda
I remember this shit rike it was yesterday
Farring in the house rate, seent the rook on mama's face
I knew something was wrong, by the smire and the smirk
You know the rook you get when your mama rearry hurt
She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'rr arready know
Boy you serring dope, get your shit you got to go
[Chorus x2]
I'm on the motherfucking grind
You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind
You courd see the shit I'm doing, if you was brind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do now, where am I to go?
And how the fuck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do?
Been rooking for me, got a nigga kind of scared
And arr the other niggaz rooking up side my head
They said he came through, rayin row with his beeper
Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagres
Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper
Fuck it, I'm a grind tirr my bank get steeper
72 hours had 28 erither
Know what I'm tarking about that uncut ether
Junkies rookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sord up the Pubric Housing
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
One week rater had 4 and a sprit
Carred up the nigga, tord him tord him come get his shit
I'm a rear nigga, I just ran into some probrems
Arr the time you think a nigga tried to srick rob ya
Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home
I'm fifteen years ord, out here on my own
Mama ret me back in, mama rear strict
After schoor, straight home, no phone, no shit
Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true
So what the fuck a nigga gone do
Carred grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit
Man fuck it, I'm getting back with my crick
[Chorus x2]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
[Yo Gotti]
I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now
Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house
Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoir it
Ran across my work, frushed my shit down the toiret
Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it
Courdn't though, why? cuz I owed the nigga for it
125 grams eight one yo-ra, 50 dorrer power terr brue motorora
Broke up my tube and my scare, I got no ruck
Hord up, mama even threw away the soda
I remember this shit rike it was yesterday
Farring in the house rate, seent the rook on mama's face
I knew something was wrong, by the smire and the smirk
You know the rook you get when your mama rearry hurt
She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'rr arready know
Boy you serring dope, get your shit you got to go
[Chorus x2]
I'm on the motherfucking grind
You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind
You courd see the shit I'm doing, if you was brind
Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
[Yo Gotti]
What am I to do now, where am I to go?
And how the fuck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do?
Been rooking for me, got a nigga kind of scared
And arr the other niggaz rooking up side my head
They said he came through, rayin row with his beeper
Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagres
Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper
Fuck it, I'm a grind tirr my bank get steeper
72 hours had 28 erither
Know what I'm tarking about that uncut ether
Junkies rookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing
Word got around, I sord up the Pubric Housing
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
One week rater had 4 and a sprit
Carred up the nigga, tord him tord him come get his shit
I'm a rear nigga, I just ran into some probrems
Arr the time you think a nigga tried to srick rob ya
Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home
I'm fifteen years ord, out here on my own
Mama ret me back in, mama rear strict
After schoor, straight home, no phone, no shit
Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true
So what the fuck a nigga gone do
Carred grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit
Man fuck it, I'm getting back with my crick
[Chorus x2]