On Da Grind
JT Money Lyrics

I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I come from a tough neighborhood and have survived through many hardships.

I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
Despite my young age, I have seen and experienced many things and have gained a sense of power and control through the money I make.

I was a young nigga thugging now, moms bugging now
I used to sell drugs and live a life of crime, which caused my mother to worry and become stressed.

Getting the Third Degree, for bringin drugs in the house
I was interrogated and confronted by my mother for bringing drugs into our home.

Getting my ass in, but my mama had to spoil it
Although I was in trouble for bringing drugs into our home, my mother ultimately ruined my plans by flushing them down the toilet.

Ran across my work, flushed my shit down the toilet
My mother discovered the drugs I had been selling and destroyed them by flushing them down the toilet.

Fucked me up bad, but I tried to ignore it
My mother's actions had a negative impact on me, but I tried to act as if it didn't affect me.

Couldn't though, why? 'cause I owed the nigga for it
I couldn't ignore the situation because I still owed the person I bought the drugs from.

125 grams eight one yo-la, 50 doller power tell blue motorola
I had a substantial amount of drugs weighing 125 grams and I sold them for $810. I also had a Blue Motorola phone that I used for dealing drugs.

Broke up my tube and my scale, I got no luck
My mother destroyed my drugs and also broke my equipment used for weighing and packaging them.

Hold up, mama even threw away the soda
My mother went to great lengths to ensure that I could not continue selling drugs by even throwing away the baking soda I used to cut and make the drugs.

I remember this shit like it was yesterday
The memories of this situation are still fresh in my mind.

Falling in the house late, seent the look on mama's face
I came home late and saw the expression on my mother's face, which made me realize something was wrong.

I knew something was wrong, by the smile and the smirk
Although my mother tried to hide it, I could tell that something was wrong based on her expression.

You know the look you get when your mama really hurt
There is a specific expression that one's mother gives when they are truly hurt or disappointed, and I recognized this expression.

She shook her head, I dropped mine, ya'll already know
My mother shook her head in disappointment and I knew that I was in trouble.

Boy you selling dope, get your shit you got to go
My mother confirmed that she knew I was selling drugs and told me that I had to leave the house as a result.

I'm on the motherfucking grind
I am working hard to make money by selling drugs.

You think this easy, you out your motherfucking mind
Selling drugs is not an easy task, and if you think it is, then you are mistaken.

You could see the shit I'm doing, if you was blind
Even someone who is visually impaired would be able to sense the illegal activity I am involved in.

Straight up, I'm just trying to get mine
I am solely focused on making money and building my own success, regardless of the legality of my actions.

What am I to do now, where am I to go?
After being kicked out of my home, I am unsure of what to do or where to turn.

And how the fuck I'm gonna pay this nigga for his do?
I am worried about how I will pay back the person I owe money to for the drugs I lost.

Been looking for me, got a nigga kind of scared
The person I owe money to is actively searching for me, which is making me feel afraid.

And all the other niggaz looking up side my head
Other people who are involved in illegal activities are suspicious of me and seem to be questioning my motives or loyalty.

They said he came through, layin low with his beeper
The person I owe money to has been searching for me using their beeper and has been laying low in order to catch me off guard.

Two, Three cars Two, Three Desert Eagles
The person searching for me has multiple cars and weapons at their disposal, posing a significant threat to me.

Got me a fresh quarter ounce and a beeper
I have acquired more drugs and a new beeper in order to continue selling drugs and making money.

Fuck it, I'm a grind till my bank get steeper
I am willing to work hard and continue selling drugs until I make enough money to reach my financial goals.

72 hours had 28 elither
I was able to sell a large quantity of drugs in just 72 hours, making a significant profit in a short amount of time.

Know what I'm talking about that uncut ether
I am knowledgeable about the specific type of drugs I am selling and understand the potency and quality of them.

Junkies lookin whoin, goose neckin and browsing
People addicted to the drugs I am selling are actively seeking them out and showing obvious signs of addiction such as scratching or looking around nervously.

Word got around, I sold up the Public Housing
The success of my drug sales has become public knowledge, including the fact that I have sold drugs in public housing areas.

One week later had 4 and a split
After continuing to sell drugs for a week, I was able to acquire a large quantity of drugs and make a significant profit.

Called up the nigga, told him told him come get his shit
I contacted the person I owed money to and informed them that I had acquired the drugs and was ready to pay them back.

I'm a real nigga, I just ran into some problems
I consider myself to be a loyal person, but I have faced challenges and obstacles that have made it difficult to repay the person I owe money to.

All the time you think a nigga tried to slick rob ya
The person I owe money to may have thought that I was trying to cheat or deceive them, but I genuinely had issues that prevented me from paying them back sooner.

Thinking about my mama and them, I'm ready to go home
Despite my involvement in selling drugs, I still miss my family and want to return home.

I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own
I am still very young and have been forced to become independent and live on my own due to my involvement in selling drugs.

Mama let me back in, mama real strict
My mother ultimately allowed me to return home, but she has strict rules and expectations for me to follow.

After school, straight home, no phone, no shit
My mother has imposed rules on my behavior, such as coming straight home after school and limiting my access to a phone.

Now doom in my room, I assume I was broke and it's true
I have returned home to a difficult situation where I have little financial stability and am struggling to make ends meet.

So what the fuck a nigga gone do
Despite the challenges I am facing, I remain determined to find a way to make money and succeed.

Called grip, I heard he just got back off a trip with that shit
I contacted Grip, another person involved in selling drugs, who recently returned from a successful trip and may be able to help me get back on my feet.

Man fuck it, I'm getting back with my click
I have decided to rejoin my group of friends and associates who are involved in selling drugs in order to help me regain my financial footing.