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grindhard e - to & from lyrics

[intro]
(lonzetheking)

[chorus]
two things i’d probably never tell you, where i’m goin to or where i’m comin’ from
got so many different ways to get some money, now i don’t know where it’s comin’ from
i just faced a whole quarter in a fronto leaf, i’m ’bout to roll another one
poured a couple lines of tris in my sprite, i think i’m ’bout to add another one
my b+tch like b+tches too, so i might just get another one
if the beef real, we can’t find him, then where his brother ‘nem?
thinkin’ ’bout it, i can probably get to him by a lil’ b+tch that’s f+ckin’ him

[verse 1]
can’t believe the weed i got from head smoke really taste like bubblegum
if you see me with rick slabs or jay weed, then you know somethin’ up
tris, pai, morton grove, or quagen in our pop, it’s only fours and up
you see everybody got a blunt to smoke, why you ain’t rollin’ up?
if you really gettin’ money, pull your pape’ out and hold it up
knot so motherf+ckin’ sloppy, i can’t fold it up
dopehead, every time you see me, i be rollin’ up
had best believe if it’s some drank around, then i’m pourin’ up
them n+ggas act like y’all be drinkin’ lean, but y’all don’t pour enough
the same type of n+ggas swear they gettin’ money, but never showin’ none
fake+ass k!llers don’t even know how to hold a gun
shots gettin’ fired, you got your gun, you won’t bust, you probably’d run
drop a hundred shots, reload the clip, i bet they thought that it’s done
i hope that it don’t have to get to that for you to figure i’m not the one
glock, fn, or plr, it’s hard to pick which one
whichever one i use, rope off the scene, coroner, pick ’em up
i been really in my bag grindin’ hard, i can’t get enough
made fifty racks, i still feel like it just ain’t enough
my vision big, i can make a million dollars if i save enough
i’d never work a nine+to+five ’cause they don’t pay enough
my n+gga had some hi+tech, we got into it ’cause he ain’t save me none
bumped into the plug, i end up runnin’ out of weed and he gave me some
smoke so much ‘za, if you ask my favorite strand, i can’t say which one
if i tell you the price i pay for the weed, you’d probably say it’s too much
[interlude]
i swear to god, seventy+five an eighth, six hundred a zip
i really can get it cheaper, though
but i’ma tell you like this

[verse 2]
i hope everywhere he go, he keep his gun on him
no remorse, shoot the car up while his son with him
smoke his ass, put him in my ‘wood and i’m smokin’ him
it’s exotic weed around, please tell me why you smokin’ chem
woke up drinkin’ tris and not— ah, f+ck
woke up drinkin’ tris, just drunk a four before 4 pm
my n+gga pulled up with a four tryna match a four, let the show begin
let a n+gga pull up on me with some green and i’m hoein’ him
my chain hittin’ without a flash, you ain’t even gotta focus in
let this rap sh+t don’t work, then i’m back—
we the ones motivatin’ the city, gave it hope again
i’m happy any day i wake up, i can blow a ten
yeah, i’m talkin’ thousand
i’m my own boss, graduated like f+ck college
rockin’ all designer sh+t, you would think that i had a stylist
burberry, off+white, bape, supreme, i’m quick countin’
on my phone online shoppin’, i’m still browsin’
blowin’ up my phone tryna get the plug, they still houndin’
i built a high tolerance f+ckin’ with drugs, i need a counselor
i poured a deuce, a four, then another pop, i quit countin’
chain+smokin’ blunts back to back, now i’m drowsy
my n+gga sold me from act’ from ’09, i wonder where he found it
n+ggas say they plugged in for real, yeah, i doubt it
i’m a ghetto pharmacist, anything you think of, yeah, i got it
[chorus]
two things i’d probably never tell you, where i’m goin to or where i’m comin’ from
got so many different ways to get some money, now i don’t know where it’s comin’ from
i just faced a whole quarter in a fronto leaf, i’m ’bout to roll another one
poured a couple lines of tris in my sprite, i think i’m ’bout to add another one
my b+tch like b+tches too, so i might just get another one
if the beef real, we can’t find him, then where his brother ‘nem?
thinkin’ ’bout it, i can probably get to him by a lil’ b+tch that’s f+ckin’ him

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