Shit.
Come let me you, man, Relax, relax. (J. Holiday: From to DC, baby.)
J. goin' down. Come now, J. Holiday. That's the reason I home, baby.
Relax, relax, (J. Holiday: go, whoo!)
How you be lonely, They really know me, Comfortable as ever my hustle got us cozy,
lookin' rosy, Bags to go G, tags while we Photoshoppin' like Adobee,
as Obama, All the was the old me,
These could talk, They would say how don't know me,
on the road, No home could ever me,
is like a drug, And I like I'm 'bout to OD,
Nah, you run around, like you own me,
til I get home, Then you put it on me,
at how we ballin', bitch, One or two of colby,
Look at how callin', matters what they owe me,
But just some rookies and you know that you were OG, After o'clock you exactly where I'm gon' be,
You know how the be, hoppin' on the sack, But guess who's back to you the business.
J. I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, You got me, and we shine, Plus I know you go down home, and let me get mine, One more reason to home, Off the streets, Girl when I home, Off ma grind, Relax, relax, relax.
I got to be in the twelve, Got the as well,
Grindin' like it illegal, And I seein' a jail,
On the for the paper, I'm on the tip of the tail,
I'm the to your Bonnie, And we ain't a share,
My fat ex-girlfriend, was to see me get mailed, The UPS in the downs, and you still to appear.
You ain't breakin' a sweat, put feet in the air, And I ride presidential, I'll let you be my Michelle,
In life all these of troubles, I know it's easy to fail, But when us against the world, me and you like "oh yeah",
It'll a lot of hustlin', it's easy to tell, That I am always on the hustle, seein' a chair,
See in my stare, I easy to scare, Put a with a queen, and they can see we a pair,
Soon as I get a full house, be easy to share, All of the royalties and riches, just for it player.
J. I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, You got me, and we shine, Plus I you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, One more to come home, Off the streets, Girl I come home, Off ma grind, Relax, relax, relax.
We the life, and this is payback, For the days you used to say that,
Maibach, something that your sights was aimed at, Made that, stacked up enough to pay that, May stacks, but you told me that I saved that,
that somethin', we grind to get stacks, As as we get stacks, it's harder ta (J. Holiday: relax, relax),
So let your seat back, and let's track, Relaxin' in the sun up, 'n we chill we see the black c'mon,
In the streets 'n I'm hustlin' (J. Holiday: daily), You don't to be stressin' that, baby (J. Holiday: baby),
I get home 'n I know you'll be waitin', (J. Holiday: yeah yeah), You ain't mad at the I'm chasin',
And you know that ma crazy, But you always gon' be ma first lady, (J. Holiday: Woo!).
J. I'm in the streets, on ma' grind, You got me, and we shine, I know you gon' go down home, and let me get mine, One more to come home, Off the streets, Girl when I home, Off ma grind, Relax, relax, relax.
Come let me you, man,
In the 'n I'm hustlin' daily, But you always gon' be ma lady, yeah
(J. Yoa got a Texas in the building.). Oh yeah, (J. Chamillionaire, what's up, baby?) it away, Jay.
J. Yeah, relax, No, no no no no, Go!