FLO

Man, it’s strictly business up in this, you ain’t chilling with your homies
But you dap 'em, pounding fists
And it’s fucked up how a nigga never knew, thought this shit was fun and passion
'Til I understood what they’ve been through (And)
Dark paths shadow every road that you know
But a nigga like me brought a flashlight bro
Two stepping with the Devil and you know my hearts aching
Thought that I could kill it without ever having to fake it
Damn, boy was I wrong — but then again, ain’t nobody about to hear this song
I’ma hit the bong, play tag with a few bitches with booty
You know I love whooty, but I wrap it up, can’t fuck with cooties
I live a complicated lifestyle, confused at the moment
So I don’t know what I’ma do right now
But that doesn’t mean that you don’t so, make sure you never choke
We out here, and you gotta know
We never play games, yeah we gotta go
I’m on my grind, you on your grind
I’m on my grind bitch, yeah, you on your grind
We out here, and you gotta know
We never play games, yeah we gotta go
I’m on my grind, you on your grind
I’m on my grind bitch, yeah, you on your grind