AKIR - Grind lyrics

[Akir:]

Nowhere to, nowhere to, nowhere to, nowhere to

[Chorus: x2]

Nowhere to run cause they got guns and they were gonna get'cha

For stackin ones and stashin funds as we build and get richer

Switchin your plans, hit your man hidin behind a picture

Won't ever slip up, end up zipped up or swervin on scriptures

[Akir:]

Fresh out the 'tainment on the pavement made in our arraignment

Heinous in places where the darkest spaces rot in wastes

He needs some paper, have an eighth, I think it's like the eighth bust

The past G's nasty, gotta get his weight up

They took his Gators, and cash from the last caper

Hittin his ace who pulled a card at that last playa

Not at his place, he probably out to the Himalayas

For some Now'n'Laters, Lifesavers, newspaper

Told the owner, solo homer broke, see him later

And when he dashed off, thanks for the favor neighbor

Thug behavior, grab a Kodak in a scratch off

And seen his man with the stove like the gnats off

Whattup playboy, I need that fifty

Here you go, niggaz down the road got that sticky

Yo I know you can't smoke but come throw dice with me

Fuck around and got lucky, G made 250

Homecomin, nigga felt like John Gotti

Dapped up everybody, hit the corner store, copped him some Bacardi

He hit his ex-girl crib, found out where she lives

Some drug dealer nigga, and his two bad kids

He ain't home so he boned, grabbed his Roley

Went to the bathroom where the robes be, spot full of knot rolls

He - grabbed one worth a half a G, shorty smilin happily

Smashin she G started snappin he, pictures

Took him shoppin, two bills for stoppin by

Up to the movies after nigga got high

He said, "Remember the time, when you left me in the jail just to die?

Got the pictures for your nigga so I need like five

thousand tomorrow at nine, on the dot"

Left the spot on his way outside, throw him to the side

Three guys mask over they eyes in full strides

Droppin jewels and G bagged 'em up on the slide

Sold the shit to the pawn shop and some fat guy

for like 35 hundred and a knife he can run with

Fresh to death, left far from that bum shit

Snuck into a party where he made a nigga run it

in the back room, with the knife up to money's stomach

475, and a new chain - before that

Got brained from some dame, never knew her name, oddly

She let him in the party cause the nigga had Bacardi

(Yo why you let the nigga rob me?!)

Money outside like, "How the fuck you let him rob me?"

(I ain't let him rob you, bitch ass nigga!)

She's at the breakfast spot, eatin somethin hearty

Rottin on the bus all night, just to go to sleep

Seen shorty pick up his cheese, and get back on his feet

Five G's worth of Benjamins, at the little store

and the bus station tryna turn his winnings in

25 dollar scratch, really nothin to holla back

Headed to Atlantic City, ten thousand dollar stacks

[various ad libs to the end]