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grindhard e - relentless lyrics

[intro]
(lonzetheking)

[verse 1]
if you jump in that car with them opps, you gon’ die with ’em
f+ck your dead homies, play with me, you gon’ end up in the sky with ’em
fns, aks, and glocks, you know we ride with ’em
them dirty guns, we could make—
ah, sh+t, i be talkin’ too much, i can’t talk like that
matter fact, we gon’ slide with ’em
if you f+ck with them n+ggas, you better stay on that side with ’em
we might got a mutual friend in between, but that’s not my n+gga
too many bands in my pants, i need a size bigger
might throw a show at v live and leave with five b+tches
you gon’ come with me or not? make up your mind, ’cause thе time tickin’
almost fell in love with this onе b+tch, but i’m her side n+gga
picked her up, she blew me down, i let her get high with me
one day, i picked her up and let her just ride with me
kept it real, but i had to cut her off ’cause she lied to me
fiend got twelve dollars at the gas station tryna buy a twenty
n+gga said he had some turtle pie, but it was really cookie
i can get exotics from a1 if you really lookin’
told a n+gga i can take him to the plug and i really took him
hundred+fifty dollars for this eighth, this sh+t real exclusive
you can’t get it nowhere else, he said this some new sh+t
if i ain’t tell you who i got it from, it’d have you clueless
i might start an empire with cookie like i’m lyon lucious
i mean lucious lyon
broke+ass n+gga always askin’ the plug for consignment
jumped in the game spice talkin’, it was perfect timing
record labels offerin’ me deals, but i ain’t gon’ sign ’em
sold a lot of drugs, but you’d never ever see me tryin’ it
i was down on my ass, i bet you never ever seen me cryin’
relentless, you know i ain’t gon’ stop, i’ma keep on grindin’
i don’t never see my opps, they best bet is to keep on hidin’
[verse 2]
two hundred miles away, we almost there, just keep on drivin’
i know we in the country, they ain’t got no meijers
crazy as h+ll ridin’ with this b+tch, she ain’t got no license
my lil’ n+gga f+cked up in the head, he ain’t had no guidance
he’d shoot his own mama, you don’t wanna try him
if i let you try the tester, you gon’ wanna buy it
guarantee you love it, you ain’t goin’ to like it
extra fee if i bring it to you ’cause i don’t like drivin’
high as h+ll off the drank noddin’, so i couldn’t hide it
this sh+t gettin’ to me, i don’t think i can keep on fightin’
i just met this bad b+tch yesterday and f+cked her at the hyatt
she told me that she only eat healthy, that she on a diet
baby, i ain’t tryna eat that chicken if you didn’t fry it
made her order takeout, but she wanna dine in
and i made her pay for her food, i ain’t even buyed it

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