AKIR - Grind lyrics

Nowhere to, nowhere to, nowhere to
Nowhere to

Nowhere to run cause they got guns
And they were gonna get'cha
For stackin ones and stashin funds as
We build and get richer switchin your plans
Hit your man hidin behind a picture
Won't ever slip up
End up zipped up or swervin on scriptures
Nowhere to run cause they got guns
And they were gonna get'cha
For stackin ones and stashin funds as
We build and get richer switchin your plans
Hit your man hidin behind a picture
Won't ever slip up
End up zipped up or swervin on scriptures

Fresh out the 'tainment on the
Pavement made in our arraignment
Heinous in places where the darkest
Spaces rot in wastes
He needs some paper, have an eighth
I think it's like the eighth bust
The past G's nasty, gotta get his weight up
They took his Gators
And cash from the last caper
Hittin his ace who pulled a
Card at that last playa not at his place
He probably out to the Himalayas
For some Now'n'Laters, Lifesavers, newspaper
Told the owner, solo homer broke
See him later and when he dashed off
Thanks for the favor neighbor
Thug behavior, grab a Kodak in a scratch off
And seen his man with the
Stove like the gnats off
Whattup playboy, I need that fifty
Here you go
Niggas down the road got that sticky
Yo I know you can't smoke but
Come throw dice with me
Fuck around and got lucky, G made 250
Homecomin, nigga felt like John Gotti
Dapped up everybody, hit the corner store
Copped him some Bacardi
He hit his ex-girl crib
Found out where she lives
Some drug dealer nigga, and his two bad kids
He ain't home so he boned, grabbed his Roley
Went to the bathroom where the robes be
Spot full of knot rolls
He - grabbed one worth a half a G
Shorty smilin happily
Smashin she G started snappin he, pictures
Took him shoppin, two bills for stoppin by
Up to the movies after nigga got high
He said, "Remember the time
When you left me in the jail just to die?
Got the pictures for your nigga
So I need like five
Thousand tomorrow at nine, on the dot"
Left the spot on his way outside
Throw him to the side
Three guys mask over they
Eyes in full strides
Droppin jewels and G bagged 'em
Up on the slide sold the shit to the pawn
Shop and some fat guy
For like 35 hundred and a
Knife he can run with
Fresh to death, left far from that bum shit
Snuck into a party where he
Made a nigga run it in the back room
With the knife up to money's stomach
475, and a new chain - before that
Got brained from some dame
Never knew her name, oddly
She let him in the party
Cause the nigga had Bacardi
(Yo why you let the nigga rob me?)
Money outside like
"How the fuck you let him rob me?"
(I ain't let him rob you, bitch ass nigga)
She's at the breakfast spot
Eatin somethin hearty
Rottin on the bus all night
Just to go to sleep
Seen shorty pick up his cheese
And get back on his feet
Five G's worth of Benjamins
At the little store
And the bus station tryna
Turn his winnings in 25 dollar scratch
Really nothin to holla back
Headed to Atlantic City
Ten thousand dollar stacks