(Intro)
Mama threw me in the street cause a nigga couldn't follow any rules but mine/
She didn't know her son was on a mission had to get it I was feeling like I'd lose my mind/
It was feeling like a suicide watching niggas turn they backs seen my crew divide/
And I knew that i would lose if I/
Didn't grind till I get it
Lord as my witness I'll get it
(Chorus)
You ain't never met a nigga like me
You ain't never met a nigga like me
You ain't never met a nigga like me
You ain't never met a nigga like me
You ain't never met a nigga like me
You ain't never met a nigga like me
You know i gotta grind till i get it/
And the Lord as my witness I'll get it/
Nigga!
(Verse)
I remember when I was a youngin on the couch eating imitation corn flakes/
And my mama in the other room stressing cause a nigga gotta deal with all the court dates/
Shit...D.A. All on my dick/
Said i put V8 all on my strip/
Tried to get me for the G A cross on my hip/
Ain't that a bitch...
Nowadays I get on tracks and start talking my shit/
Cause a nigga seen it go down in my hood, Mattapan where they bring that spark to ya lips/
Everybody know Fritz...everybody know Fritz/
My hood ain't big so everybody know shit/
But my hood ain't safe so everybody hold shit/
So you say my name and everybody gon flip/
That's it...
I remember sweating tried to say I had a weapon had to walk up in the courtroom/
But they never found a weapon nigga i remember flexing when i walked up out the courtroom/
Woo...free at last, my nigga!/
I was at the bay but you know I gotta pray they release every G at Nash my nigga/
That shit is real/
So fuck how you feel/
Everything I'm spitting's real/
I remember living off pb&j/
So my hunger so deep, shit is in my DNA/
I just wanna Grammy, whole lot of VMAs/
And a bitch so bad gotta hit it 3 a day/
Forever real nigga saying what i need to say/
If i need my pay than i need my pay better have my pay/
(Chorus)
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