On My Grind

Uhhhh oh, y'all motherfuckers done fucked up now Man Z-Ro the crooked the mothafuckin Moe-city don Yeah nigga I done hooked up with Rap-A-Lot Knahimsayin I know y'all don't like that But fuck y'all though feel me From mansions, to Hummers, resently I want it all Like every other nigga that's twenty-six I want to ball That's why I get off my rump and I go and get it(go and get it) So when my pockets lookin' low it's time to pay the suburbs But this it I can't see my self at the bottom of the food chain When a nigga hungry, and broke I go through some mood swings Lay it down motherfucker I got kids to feed I was on the block when it moved slow, all Z-Ro needed was speed Do I suffer from greed? I gotta get some cash quick Cause I look back on my life a nigga ain't never had shit 50-packin get me through the night, want get me but my profit I gotta room but shit y'all them J's done kept on chopping (??)on some big O's, keepin fiends lit (??)like pillows I eat on the block, and sleep on the block, then I retreat on my block Goin out of town for birds about the piece on my block [Chorus] Caught up in the game of chasing dough I'm not mama's little boy no mo' So next time you see me in public I'm on my grind Starving I'm just tryna get fed So I gotta get up and go get this bread And I'm about to be a million, about to lose my mind Catch me if you can is my vision of me screamin' So I chase e'm like the law until my jewelry is gleamin --- On My Grind - Z-Ro