RBL Posse, Cellski - On The Grind feat. Cellski

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It’s 94' and I’m back on the scene and my mean mug is on
Lookin at niggas mean
Maybe cause a nigga was born and raised to be a banger
When I was young the OG’s knew I was gone be a gangsta
Because I lived on the block that turned into the dope spot
Never thought a nigga would be selling white rocks
Because if I did wouldn’t be a bad ass kid
Been in the dope game since about nine or ten
At 13 a nigga was a young OG started pimpin hoes
By the age of 14, by 15 and 16 bout the age when a nigga
Got serious cause it was time to bang
In and out of juvenile all the fucking time
The only thing I do when I get out is get on my grind
Cause every time I go to the hall I go broke
You know how it is when your fucking family smokes
In and out of your room going through your drawers and shit
But I don’t really trip cause I got some other shit
Stashed in my bitch house just for the dope drought
Man-oh-man I can’t wait til I get out
Cause it’s gone be serious when a nigga hit the turf
I got a half a thang and you know it’s probably worth about
20G's and that’s all on my mind
So a nigga gotta get pumped to get on the grind
Hook:
A niggas on his g
I gotta sell d so I can get a ki
A niggas on his g
A niggas on his g
I gotta get a ki so I can be Fe'
Verse Two: Mister Cee:
Like 2Took this is strictly for my niggas getting paid
But you player haters you ain’t gettin nothing but shot and laid
In the motherfuckin dirt by a young nigga that’s
Puttin in much work
But my mind is strictly on coppin ki’s
I don’t wanna sell 20 shots all my life like some OG’s
Still running wild with that crack sack
Fuck Superfly, shit, it’s all about the New Jacks
I got two O’s in the back of my truck
Guess I spent a hunk so I can’t be punk
About my motherfuckin money cause I got a dope case
In court I got a car to fix plus a dank habit to support
Shit, I’m picking em' up breaking em' down
Kinda swiftly niggas say slow down but niggas better miss me
Catch 2Took quick for the
But your not a Bay nigga but your bout to get checked
A young niggas on his grind all the fuckin time
Everybody got their’s so why can’t I get mine
And when your selling dank all your homies wanna get
A 5 by the ten or 5 by the eighth here
And I need a new hook up for the state fair
Cause your hoe and that hoe and more hoes will be there
But a punk bitch I pay her no mind
Cause I rather be married to my mother fuckin grind
Hook
Third Verse: Cellski:
Havin things my way but I gotta hustle to make
A livin it ain’t like back in the days when everybody
Was making a killing
Making sale after sale major clientele
And everybody walking around the turf with much mail
Nowadays niggas gotta get what they can
Because there’s too many niggas trying to be the man
Back in the days a hundred dollars was a lot to me
But nowadays a nigga be thinking bout some G’s
Trying to stack what I can on a money mission
And spend this shit especially on these punk bitches
Hoes always trying to get over and cage ya
I think you better call Mr. Captain Save-A
Cause a nigga can’t play that role
Even if a nigga’s ballin outta control
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain’t one
Still trying bounce the cage with crumbs, beyatch