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[intro]
what up, southside?
alright
(southside sh+t)

[verse]
we ain’t pressin’ pills up, we get ’em out the pharm’
waitin’ on the fiends to get they scripts, i’m sittin’ at the pharm’
f+ckin’ with the growers that grow weed, they croppin’ out a farm
fiend get the dope and shoot it in his arm
when i was f+ckin’ with the e’s, i got ’em by the jar
they want exotic, have to come to me, they got some bullsh+t outta jars
feel like gta the way that we was sn+tchin’ n+ggas outta cars
check the gps, if we leave today, we’ll get there by tomorrow
i always keep that sh+t on me, i ain’t gotta borrow
i’m mister break a ‘bow down, i gotta tax, i’m sorry
i was in the trap when everybody my age, they was at a party
i just sent some ‘bows out, they touched down, i guess i brett favre’d it
told the grower i’ma buy his whole crop on the next harvest
still f+ckin’ with the white people, that’s the best market
took a threesome off my bucket list, i had to checkmark it
tried to short me on the first, he got a check, i had to check marcus
step back before i shoot, i feel like james harden
fiend was beggin’ for the dope, they had to wait ’cause it just hardened
woke up to some sales callin’ my phone, that’s how my day started
told my girl lower her done when she talkin’ to me ’cause i hate arguin’
put my self on, now i’m back on
told my sales give me two or three days and i’ll be back home
twenty+three hours all it took to get the bag gone
i think i’m done sippin’ drank, reminiscin’ like, “the act’ gone”

- grindhard e lyrics

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