Daily Grind (Snippet)

Written by Ty Walker (Lyrics) I gave em chance after chance They know I’m the man I ain’t taking no days off I kno I’m cool & yo is bitch a fan Shooting my shot like the playoffs Real nigga my face card I can go anywhere boy Bitch I walk wit a carbine All by myself ion need me army Ain’t got nothin but time & I’m on grind im just tryna get to a sack No time to relax I got the sipp & I carry this shit on my back Mama got cancer my bitch she a dancer I’m servin js all up in Atlanta I drip up in js while rockin supreme I feel like Lebron so I tote me a heat They know I’m a king Don’t fuck these niggas like Tommy Hilfiger Stiff on these bitches I’m so luv wit that green ain’t no nigga realer I been around nun but hustlers & dealers You think you know me bitch how do u figure I’m from the sipp & im I pop it I do not po up that liquor I po up that waki Fucking these hoes Ian wiring no thottie I pray to God but don’t read bible All of my niggas disciples [To Be Continued..]