Man, it's strictly business up in this, you ain't chilling with your homies

But you dap 'em, pounding fists

And it's fucked up how a nigga never knew, thought this shit was fun and passion

'Til I understood what they've been through (And)

Dark paths shadow every road that you know

But a nigga like me brought a flashlight bro

Two stepping with the Devil and you know my hearts aching

Thought that I could kill it without ever having to fake it

Damn, boy was I wrong - but then again, ain't nobody about to hear this song

I'ma hit the bong, play tag with a few bitches with booty

You know I love whooty, but I wrap it up, can't fuck with cooties

I live a complicated lifestyle, confused at the moment

So I don't know what I'ma do right now

But that doesn't mean that you don't so, make sure you never choke

We out here, and you gotta know

We never play games, yeah we gotta go

I'm on my grind, you on your grind

I'm on my grind bitch, yeah, you on your grind

We out here, and you gotta know

We never play games, yeah we gotta go

I'm on my grind, you on your grind

I'm on my grind bitch, yeah, you on your grind