Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Grind , by - Troy Ave. Release date: 03.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Grind |
| In life we go after what we want or at least I do you heard?! |
| Powder! |
| You bitch ass niggas can’t see my grind (Uh uh, uh uh) |
| So you got no choice but to see me shine (Powder) |
| Oh no my brother we are not the ssme (Not at all) |
| Cause I ain’t no fraud I live what I’m sayin (Powder, Uh!) |
| Walk like it, talk like it |
| I don’t give a fuck nigga, New York like it |
| Or not, I’m Troy Ave get use to me |
| O.D.B. |
| dead but this a new shimmy |
| New Biggie, R.I.P |
| B.S.B drug deals and R.I.P.'S |
| I was buyin the lambo after I bought the mercedes |
| My big homey and my moms said nigga you crazy |
| Born in the 80's, I was just, baby with tears |
| It’s grown men now, dressin like they from that year |
| Fuck is wrong with 'em, don’t get along with 'em |
| Nah I don’t wanna do no motherfuckin songs with 'em |
| Neither, am I cool with these F.A.G.'S |
| Fake ass gangstas nigga you are not like me |
| You hustle O.T. |
| well nigga what town was you in |
| You bust yo' heat, well nigga what ground was they in |
| Huh?! |
| The biggest deal out my borough to rap |
| Is me right here, real niggas know it’s a fact |
| They hear me on the radio see my vids and trip |
| And tell they peoples, that nigga sold me a brick |
| I’m Troy Ave nigga, Harry Powder in the flesh |
| Know I’m bad nigga, and I would cause a fuckin death |
| When I’m mad nigga, other than that I’m cool |
| They sittin, I’m shittin, either way that’s stool |
| Powder! |
| You bitch ass niggas can’t see my grind (Uh uh, uh uh) |
| So you got no choice but to see me shine (Powder) |
| Oh no my brother we are not the ssme (Not at all) |
| Cause I ain’t no fraud I live what I’m sayin (Powder, Uh!) |
| Cause niggas don’t grind like me, they don’t shine like me |
| They ain’t never go put in work with a nine like me |
| They some eight ballers they ain’t never buyin no keys |
| They lyin they don’t papi unless papi meetin me |
| That’s the illest nigga rappin out of N.Y.C |
| I’m in the hood I don’t know niggas but they know |
| And I can easliy mistake their fanfare for grillin |
| And they can easily be layin in to wait for the killin |
| It goes down that simple where I’m from my nigga |
| And we don’t lose no sleep fuck them my nigga |
| It’s a cold city I’m just keepin warm in the fur |
| Lookin so damn pretty that these hoes kitty pur |
| Man I’m fuckin everything in my videos click back |
| We fuckin every dame that you see in the Bricks hat |
| Certain things happen that let me know I’m the shit |
| A chick flew in from Miami just to suck my dick |
| And pay for there own flight, the fuck I look like |
| A trick ass nigga that need pussy nah I’m aight |
| Niggas out here buyin hoes, bags and shoes |
| But couldn’t buy there kid a brand new coats for school |
| Damn! |
| It’s unbelievable, they the same ones claimin they the realest |
| Real niggas don’t hate jealous or they will steal shit |
| Or keep a hundred singles underneath a hundred buildings frontin |
| Powder! |
| You bitch ass niggas can’t see my grind (Uh uh, uh uh) |
| So you got no choice but to see me shine (Powder) |
| Oh no my brother we are not the ssme (Not at all) |
| Cause I ain’t no fraud I live what I’m sayin (Powder, Uh!) |