G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up) - Crooked I, medi

I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy

Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this

The motherfucking really want me to stop it

You better make me, make me, make me

All black pimps driving black Mercedes

Ride around town with my shit all creaky

Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop

You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me

Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth

The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve

Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth

The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve

Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth

The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve

Riding on the train when I couldn’t buy a coupe

I was inspired by Cube, just like I admire Snoop

Digging in the crates I’m just tryin' to find a loop

Then I rhyme over your head like I’m trying to design a roof

You only get one shot, I’m the type to shoot

No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon' find the hoop

I’m a do it, my homie say wassup, nigga listen

I ain’t dissing but this is constructive criticism

You been rapping all your life my nigga

I think it’s time to drop the mic my nigga

I ain’t wanna knock advice

So everytime I spit I hit acapella on stage

I drop the mic my nigga

See I’m out on boxing life

And I won’t throw in the towel

And stop the fight, not tonight, nigga

I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy

Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this

The motherfucking really want me to stop it

You better make me, make me, make me

All black pimps driving black Mercedes

Ride around town with my shit all creaky

Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop

You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me

Ain’t no quitter any bullshitter,

Any forfeiter in me if I’m chasing more benjies

Please don’t continue, it’s the poor nigga in me

Waging a war against pennies

If I get it from singing, may the Lord forgive me

So much game in the hood

I’m observing plenty from OG’s

As I reach in I pour some in here

In a cup, It’s Pac and Eminem

It’s against all odds

And I don’t give a fuck man, I don’t give a fuck

Yeah that’s what’s up

I slap hands with Hove

I gave dept to Pov

I got game from Russel

I think that’s enough motivation

And never let succes pass me up

Master P told me, keep both feet in the game

Inspiration came from too many people to name

Now that I’m up yeah I got to keep it the same

I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game

I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy

Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this

The motherfucking really want me to stop it

You better make me, make me, make me

All black pimps driving black Mercedes

Ride around town with my shit all creaky

Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop

You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me