Don't tell me you love me cuz i know u be capping,he choose pussy over his grind how his a bigger bitch,my hommies don't snitch,cashed a hundred doll and we been low key since,feds dey be tryna lock us up, but we gat the keys,been in the streets seen lots of shits,but we ain't quitting yet,not until we all get tha maybach, pockets filled with racks,TGR is the of my gang thugs get rich nd we can back that up nigga. Grinding we all up for a purpose,leaving the projects is we all purpose,mama stressed out alot of bills she gat to pay for,had to take sick job, slang dope and scam just to pay,try not to catch a bullet when u out cuz the streets red and ready so i keep my baddie locked nd ready,gat a mission to accomplish am like james bond on this one i ain't letting no one cut me short,cuz am a thug now,getting rich is all am up for TGR mother fuckers.