Grindin' Freestyle (AMPD Exclusive) Lyrics

Cease the communication

Til them stacks wire

Them tecs shoot

Through that tech suit

Til it catch fire

Sapphire, black tires

Reeking up the street

Big body, he-man

Seats tan like

Ricans in the heat

Can peep the weakling

In ya features

Keep deceiving when you speak

Now you weaving heat

To keep ya peeps from

Grieving in the street

Cautious

I'm getting nauseous

By them losses you receiving

Expected better

You told detectives everything

Except the weather

Never mind we off that

The starting point where you loss at

Got faucet water in that cross

You voss that

Or toss that

The cost that

Being the boss totals to

Can total you

What I mean

Everyone ain't the supremes

We need totals too

This flow done grew bright

Shit photo booth tight

Shift working had me sick

I had to grow to new heights

Nah

We can't relate

This man hotter

The fans got my shit popping

Lit off of gem dropping

Mancala

Fresh off the press

They need that

With each batch

Im trynna teach wealth

They fighting over scraps

Like a rematch

Leap back before you get detatched

From life before you can react

Cuz i seen the nicest kids

Get put on ice

Cuz they ain't mean that

I'm comfy where the rich and poor folks roam

Face time myles

Crib full of sixties

Like a old folks home

I Used to dream of spokes on low pros chrome

Under the caddy

Since my daddy hit texas

Sent them photos home.

Was born to get it

With a flow that's wicked

Plus i'm photogenic

For that pendant

Leave your soul suspended

Hope u rolling with it

Two hundred and fifty eight vice city heard me

Before i'm thirty my clergy gon retire my jersey

Niggas kick dirt and hide they cleats

I seen ya

Physique my senior

Two seater

Seats as soft as

East coweta

Dior velour

Look like a cuban rich off moving

She grooving

Cuz the sentiments is soothing

You losing cuz you skeptic when you moving

Get hectic where I kick at

Aint hard to spot

Grape fives

285 on his fitted cap

Seen victory and locked eyes quick

We gotta demonstrate

Can't bend or break

Cuz shit get thick like popeyes wrist

You hitting pop flys

That shit look good

Til we catch you outside

My future looking pac size

Without the shots

It's not wise

To cross or raise ya hand to the don

Got soldiers to

Leave ya block in a coma

With a carcass aroma

That's funky enough

And if he lucky get snuffed

Rather than see the D.O.C

From a p.o.p as loud as B.O.B

Don't run in crowds

Just run around with

My heart and my name

Don't hunt em down

They come in crowds

All enthralled by the fame

I'm talking skirts

But rather verts

And suede armani shirts

Kick a verse in spurts

Dip collect my chips

Just like a church uhh

A day in the life of J. I.G

The jig is up

You niggas suck

The rules we bend it up

Its Perks to penning verses

That lingers like purses

But its cons too

So

Stay outta lanes

That seem beyond you

Peon niggas be on shit

From eons ago

Could win and not try

While they fizzle out

Like peroxide

Once they peep that we not

Compatible

I rattle guys

Lets hoop

My battle cry

We let loose

They pacify