[Talking: Yo Gotti]
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I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
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I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
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I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
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I'm a North memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
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[Yo Gotti]
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I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now
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Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house
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Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoil it
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Ran across my work, flushed my shit down the toilet
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Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it
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Couldn't though, why? cuz I owed the nigga for it
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125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola
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Broke up my tube and my scale, I got no luck
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Hold up, mama even threw away the soda
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I remember this shit like it was yesterday
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Falling in the house late, seent the look on mama's face
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I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk
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You know the look you get when your mama really hurt
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She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'll already know
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Boy you selling dope, get your shit you got to go
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[Chorus x2]
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I'm on the motherfucking grind
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You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind
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You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
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Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
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[Yo Gotti]
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What am I to do now, where am I to go?
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And how the fuck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do?
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Been looking for me, got a nigga kind of scared
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And all the other niggaz looking up side my head
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They said he came through, layin low with his beeper
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Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagles
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Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper
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Fuck it, I'm a grind till my bank get steeper
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72 hours had 28 elither
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Know what I'm talking about that uncut ether
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Junkies lookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing
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Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing
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[Chorus]
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[Yo Gotti]
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One week later had 4 and a split
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Called up the nigga, told him told him come get his shit
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I'm a real nigga, I just ran into some problems
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All the time you think a nigga tried to slick rob ya
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Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home
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I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own
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Mama let me back in, mama real strict
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After school, straight home, no phone, no shit
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Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true
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So what the fuck a nigga gone do
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Called grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit
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Man fuck it, I'm getting back with my click
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[Chorus x2]
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On Da Grind
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| Yo Gotti |
