Southpaw - Grind lyrics

[Akir] Nowhere to, nowhere to, nowhere to, nowhere to [Hook: repeat 2X] 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, n***as down the road got that sticky Yo I know you can't smoke but come throw dice with me f** around and got lucky, G made 250 Homecomin, n***a 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 n***a, 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 n***a got high He said, "Remember the time, when you left me in the jail just to die? Got the pictures for your n***a 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 j**els and G bagged 'em up on the slide Sold the sh** to the pawn shop and some fat guy For like 35 hundred and a knife he can run with Fresh to d**h, left far from that bum sh** Snuck into a party where he made a n***a 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 n***a had Bacardi (Yo why you let the n***a rob me?!) Money outside like, "How the f** you let him rob me?" (I ain't let him rob you, b**h a** n***a!) 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]