For i ft. Woody Trips zm Lyrics

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Put it on i

Put it on

I ain't even like

Niggas who put it on I

'Cause every wrong that I done

Nigga I put it on I

Am thanking the lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

Am thanking the Lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

See me holding on this whiskey

Better know it goes in my mouth

See me talking to this thick b*tch better know I do it for I

Talking about

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

Check

Math teacher, whipping a nigga in class

Look like he whipping a cow at the farm

Heart dropped he was older than us

Had to study my nigga and answer in class

Short sleeved it was never allowed

That nigga saw me I had to get tough

Pay for my flaws I had to get right

Pay for my flaws I had to get right

OB any day

Nigga I had to get air

Showed up for the ball games only cause I felt like going there

Put weed in my food

Get everyone high

Even the people who never had blunts

Am done with you looking at me like am mad

By the hand ama take you and show you around

I ain't even like

Niggas who put it on I

'Cause every wrong that I done

Nigga I put it on I

Am thanking the lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

Am thanking the Lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

See me holding on this whiskey

Better know it goes in my mouth

See me talking to this thick b*tch better know I do it for I

Talking about

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

I was the kid with the pimples in class

The hunnies and bullies were new to me

Never had money the clothes were cheap

Faking the flex and the jewelry

Grew up so fast am dodging the class

Knew all the smoking caught glue to me

Say am a gee he tryna be me

Influencing the gees I grew up to see

Cracking the jokes in the back seat

Caught with the phone had to take trips

Medicated had to sip sip

Break her heart now she lonely

Tryna study baby called me

Got drunk moving slowly

CP's was a Hobbie

Now I shoot shoot Kobe

I ain't even like

Niggas who put it on I

'Cause every wrong that I done

Nigga I put it on I

Am thanking the lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

Am thanking the Lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

See me holding on this whiskey

Better know it goes in my mouth

See me talking to this thick b*tch better know I do it for I

Talking about

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

Man I was like Hayford on her ass

Am just lucky that teachers were no where around

I never knew sh*t but she took me around

To her water supply I was drinking them cups

Forgot am in class

Tap on that ass

Chairs and desks making the sounds

Chairs and desks making the sounds

Now am looking around tryna see whose in sight

Samp stains on my uniform

Filt pen on the desk

Book bags with the books filled with graffiti paper making planes

Light a joint with my guy

Passing the blunt

Talk about drugs no one talking bout class

Mind in the clouds get a parachute

Meat in the bowl as we come out the dining room

I ain't even like

Niggas who put it on I

'Cause every wrong that I done

Nigga I put it on I

Am thanking the lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

Am thanking the Lord I survived

Through all the tragic in life

See me holding on this whiskey

Better know it goes in my mouth

See me talking to this thick b*tch better know I do it for I

Talking about

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

Nigga am down on my grind

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