even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you
I was from Shaolin Brooklyn nigga what you say, keep stylin My air force ones you couldn't walk a mile in I love politics, narcotics, and violins Bad
skin I would love to see you again, again I... I would love to see you again I... I would love to see you again You wrote me a letter And this is how
the ABC of growing up Hey there baby, it's just textbook stuff It's in the ABC of growing up [Verse 1: XV] Yeah, three women raised me Famous footwear paid me
ya till it's hopeless I'll incinerate you in my crematory innovator what I breathe is gory, disinegrate ya no need for stories for the police, my flow
of spades Raise the flav' slay brigades And while you place your raids I space invade the pagan's age Stealin' your belongings Throw you off the rooftops
on the grind you slip we out grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all
' you home I aint in it for the minute No pass lives and gimmicks Next time that ya see me You'll see why the niggas love me She might be the type to let you
like him, middle school fightin Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me No more
find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you
find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin' the violin behind you