Stick to my grind hustling on my mind remember coming from nickel and dimes time and time again they don't wanna see me win lord forgive me but I gotta sin tired of being tired I wish a mf would perfectly imperfect he'll never looked so good Tried to let it go now my heart on ice I'm frozen Cheated death back to back realized im chosen Might as well call Me Kim cause it really be possible Sit back enjoy the circus these clowns be comical Think I'm cheating baby yu ain't got a clue Been sitting in the thinking chair counting some blues Told Dat hitta not to worry yeah he's just My homie I wish a Tigga would, these hitta be phony Thought I was in the lab making potions Humbly down here making motions No slow shit we can't take no breaks, hopping interstates Hustle excute grind and dominate Stick to my grind hustling on my mind remember coming from nickel and dimes time and time again they don't wanna see me win lord forgive me but I gotta sin tired of being tired I wish a mf would perfectly imperfect he'll never looked so good Queen Kong chilling don't make me go ape shit When yu cross me yu lost me, wont cross me twice bitch Neva been no weak kneed bitch killed or be killed my finger got a twich cross at yo own risk I do not care before yu Think bout stepping make sure yu got the right footwear no cracks in this road no love was shown I traveled this highway on my own only time they'll ever will is if I quit that'll never happen cause my determination and hustle is infinite word up never revenge just let them pretend and let em realize we gone always defend and scandalize how many lives? I got nine imma always ride for mines so lemme show yu how to slime stay on Demon time let's rewind to when I was young dumb and broke a bitch cutthroat wit all the heat that I tote so please don't choke snakes in the grass how many snitches doing the crime but never the time they whack ass bitches crazy shit tho the good always finish last on some real shit tho one in a million living fast silent but deadly yeah imma lethal weapon sliding wit mo3 take em to church wit a Smith and wesson ain't never going out like a sucka I'm just going all out wit this bread and butta Stick to my grind hustling on my mind remember coming from nickel and dimes time and time again they don't wanna see me win lord forgive me but I gotta sin tired of being tired I wish a mf would perfectly imperfect he'll never looked so good letter