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not for sale - grindhard e lyrics

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[intro: grindhard e]
(enrgy made this one)
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[verse 1: grindhard e]
i put a lot of n*ggas on, but they’ll never tell you that part
i ain’t gon’ lie, how i failed, i had a bad start
unc’ still playin’ with his nose and got a bad heart
hood rich, treat my debit card like a black card
these n*ggas really pillow soft, but they act hard
i’m a lean junkie, i got quagen, tris, akorn, and wockhardt
if you broke, change your mind and grind hard, it’s not hard
trap phone ringin’ off the zaz’, it’s not hard
it used to be narcotics and methamphetamines
you ever seen a fiend od? it’s a scary thing
phone slappin’ back to back to back, your sh*t never ring
went legit ’cause my crib got hit and i lost everything
more money, morе problems
more pistols, more choppеrs
he doa, f*ck a doctor
they got up close range and hit him in his medulla oblongata
if it’s a problem, i’ma call top shotta ’cause i’m the don dada
i’m off an awful lot of cough syrup
i poured a deuce in a small cream soda, i might talk slurred
you would never see no green in my cup, it’s red or all purp
before you pull up to the spot, you better call first
[verse 2: rmc mike]
call the plug, i don’t want no pills, bring me all work
slid down and left two of your mans on a tall shirt
got her off an addy suckin’ d*ck, she said her jaw hurt
on my way to the top, i never cared about who ball first
a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry, that sh*t crazy, ain’t it?
left my perc 30 on the counter and my baby ate it
left the glock with the switch at the crib, i’ma baby k it
first time drinkin’ act’, my grandma made me take it
i got a pint, he got a pint, we finna match a twelve
throwin’ bro ass an eighty ball when he get out of jail
we done bust so many scripts at the pharm’, make the doctor tell
i hate a ho n*gga on ho sh*t, you will not prevail

[verse 3: ftos twan]
with this glock, i hit sh*t, this is not for sale
i’m blowin’ exotic dead n*ggas, this is not for sale
nothin’ like these n*ggas, n*ggas out here gettin’ popped in jail
walk in the room, you can tell i’m smokin’ different just by the smell
they said i’m too hot, i gotta calm down, f*ck it
oh, you flexin’ with your heat? i walk in, you better tuck it
how the f*ck did you see your opp out and you ain’t bust it?
b*tch, i’m a problem, you don’t wanna see me out in public
ridin’ with a long k, this b*tch lookin’ like a trumpet
you doin’ everything a n*gga say do, you a puppet
put that switch on his ass, all i do is tap a b*tton
freestyle off the head, b*tch, i can do it like it’s nothin’

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