Verse 1
Child of the ghetto, struggle huddle up, plan a plan of action, follow through and all us coming up. Dishonored get ya bodied, you stay loyal we all bubble up, momma know I'm sorry like my father, uncles Hustler.
Grinding, Grinding, sleep a little Grinding Grinding woke as f*ck.
Forced to be Hoodlum, from the slum my baby double what,
Everybody know me but don't know my issues growing up.
Tired of being tired, block is fire hot and surely tuff.
Played the hands I'm dealt like Phelps, I'm swimming through the troubles.
Yup.
Never wanted drugs to sell, never wanted Payless, bruh,
Never want see my mother shed a tear I'm loading up.
Anybody hurt my family tear this muthaf*cka up.
No Diddy, cuzzo known to shoot,
Op jumping like its double Dutch,
Limping like he Megan, Don Wan Bishop, with no Golden Cup.
You wasn't there, no fair, I played it background.
High rollers dropped a few levels I'm in they spot now.
When ya up, ya up, be humble homie bluff ya bluff,
Enough Enough, your fall off isn't up to us,
Now we came up
Watch ya sun set, and homies change up,
You wasn't there, how could you blame us.
On the Subject bruh.
Focus hope boxes, government cheese.
Holy sneakers off brand man please.
Tired so got fronted couple 0s Gs
Opposition pull up at my high-school
Verse 2
Ramen noodles spam and bread, chicken flavor packets yeah, everything is stock in cans, syrup sandwich, dookie braids.
Come up we won't ever have eat pig feet and beans again.
Come up we won't ever have to struggle, use food stamps pretend.
Bingo! That's my car again, someday I'll be rich pretend,
Monday I'll be dope boy pushing more coke then a cola stand.
Mama knows me as her son, some bitches knows me as the man,
Grinding Shinning graveyard shifty
Shining Grinding making plans.
Hustle just to pay the bills and stash aside in rubber bands.
Busy tryna stay from broke, too busy weighting options damn,
Product of the hustle product, product of the struggle fam!
When I needed helping hands none of y'all try give it scram.
F*ck it, f*ck a loving friend, I prefer to lonely stand,
Can't believe you turn ya backs, but then again, ya absence can,
Grind & Grind till tired Damn, now y'all wanna hate us man,
You don't know my story, don't do for me, don't acknowledge fam.
Henry J Coker Jr - You Wasn't There Lyrics
Henry J Coker Jr - You Wasn't There Lyrics
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Verse 1
Child of the ghetto, struggle huddle up, plan a plan of action, follow through and all us coming up. Dishonored get ya bodied, you stay loyal we all bubble up, momma know I'm sorry like my father, uncles Hustler.
Grinding, Grinding, sleep a little Grinding Grinding woke as f*ck.
Forced to be Hoodlum, from the slum my baby double what,
Everybody know me but don't know my issues growing up.
Tired of being tired, block is fire hot and surely tuff.
Played the hands I'm dealt like Phelps, I'm swimming through the troubles.
Yup.
Never wanted drugs to sell, never wanted Payless, bruh,
Never want see my mother shed a tear I'm loading up.
Anybody hurt my family tear this muthaf*cka up.
No Diddy, cuzzo known to shoot,
Op jumping like its double Dutch,
Limping like he Megan, Don Wan Bishop, with no Golden Cup.
You wasn't there, no fair, I played it background.
High rollers dropped a few levels I'm in they spot now.
When ya up, ya up, be humble homie bluff ya bluff,
Enough Enough, your fall off isn't up to us,
Now we came up
Watch ya sun set, and homies change up,
You wasn't there, how could you blame us.
On the Subject bruh.
Focus hope boxes, government cheese.
Holy sneakers off brand man please.
Tired so got fronted couple 0s Gs
Opposition pull up at my high-school
Verse 2
Ramen noodles spam and bread, chicken flavor packets yeah, everything is stock in cans, syrup sandwich, dookie braids.
Come up we won't ever have eat pig feet and beans again.
Come up we won't ever have to struggle, use food stamps pretend.
Bingo! That's my car again, someday I'll be rich pretend,
Monday I'll be dope boy pushing more coke then a cola stand.
Mama knows me as her son, some bitches knows me as the man,
Grinding Shinning graveyard shifty
Shining Grinding making plans.
Hustle just to pay the bills and stash aside in rubber bands.
Busy tryna stay from broke, too busy weighting options damn,
Product of the hustle product, product of the struggle fam!
When I needed helping hands none of y'all try give it scram.
F*ck it, f*ck a loving friend, I prefer to lonely stand,
Can't believe you turn ya backs, but then again, ya absence can,
Grind & Grind till tired Damn, now y'all wanna hate us man,
You don't know my story, don't do for me, don't acknowledge fam.
Child of the ghetto, struggle huddle up, plan a plan of action, follow through and all us coming up. Dishonored get ya bodied, you stay loyal we all bubble up, momma know I'm sorry like my father, uncles Hustler.
Grinding, Grinding, sleep a little Grinding Grinding woke as f*ck.
Forced to be Hoodlum, from the slum my baby double what,
Everybody know me but don't know my issues growing up.
Tired of being tired, block is fire hot and surely tuff.
Played the hands I'm dealt like Phelps, I'm swimming through the troubles.
Yup.
Never wanted drugs to sell, never wanted Payless, bruh,
Never want see my mother shed a tear I'm loading up.
Anybody hurt my family tear this muthaf*cka up.
No Diddy, cuzzo known to shoot,
Op jumping like its double Dutch,
Limping like he Megan, Don Wan Bishop, with no Golden Cup.
You wasn't there, no fair, I played it background.
High rollers dropped a few levels I'm in they spot now.
When ya up, ya up, be humble homie bluff ya bluff,
Enough Enough, your fall off isn't up to us,
Now we came up
Watch ya sun set, and homies change up,
You wasn't there, how could you blame us.
On the Subject bruh.
Focus hope boxes, government cheese.
Holy sneakers off brand man please.
Tired so got fronted couple 0s Gs
Opposition pull up at my high-school
Verse 2
Ramen noodles spam and bread, chicken flavor packets yeah, everything is stock in cans, syrup sandwich, dookie braids.
Come up we won't ever have eat pig feet and beans again.
Come up we won't ever have to struggle, use food stamps pretend.
Bingo! That's my car again, someday I'll be rich pretend,
Monday I'll be dope boy pushing more coke then a cola stand.
Mama knows me as her son, some bitches knows me as the man,
Grinding Shinning graveyard shifty
Shining Grinding making plans.
Hustle just to pay the bills and stash aside in rubber bands.
Busy tryna stay from broke, too busy weighting options damn,
Product of the hustle product, product of the struggle fam!
When I needed helping hands none of y'all try give it scram.
F*ck it, f*ck a loving friend, I prefer to lonely stand,
Can't believe you turn ya backs, but then again, ya absence can,
Grind & Grind till tired Damn, now y'all wanna hate us man,
You don't know my story, don't do for me, don't acknowledge fam.
Writer: HENRY COKER, BRIAN BELL
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc.