When you've been hustlin' as long as I have, it's no surprise when yo gurls start grinding on a young hustle mayn.
Let me paint this picture for you: Tuesday 6 P.M. everyone is rushing out of the office and we all cram into the elevator. Who jumps in front of me? Yo gurl.
It was packed on this train, we just wanted to go home. We were looking like some damn sardines. Dawg, your girl was all up on me.
I hear you asking "Hey babe, can you get me some popcorn before the movie starts?" Next thing I know, I had to stand up so she could get through and she grazed me gently. YO GURL GRAZED ME GENTLY.
Yeah, I know, 10 at night is rush hour at the Duane Reade. Yeah, so what if I left my apartment solely for Twizzlers? All that matters is, your girl was in front of me in line and she took one-too-many steps back into the grind zone.
I was texting my mommy, and then next thing I know is I bumped into your girl. Full on grind.
I had been savin' up for a new MacBook, we were both shoulder to shoulder next thing you know, your girl wanted to see the iPod 6+ that was in front of me and BAM! GRINDAGE!
If you aren't laying down on the Ikea beds after a long walk, you're tripping. Speaking of tripping, your girl tripped and landed on the bed I resting on.
We were in the Dojo and Sensei Robert told me to get a grip on her. I was in back, she was in front, it was grindage right up until she flipped me over her shoulder.
Anyone reading this... Help me. I'm so lonely.
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