Grind-In
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I used to suck at everything except rapping I took advantage, put problems on instrumentals And managed to make em vanish She fronted yesterday, but she wanna see me tomorrow Shawty play me so much, my nickname was grand the fado Plus my enviroinment was real I seen cj’s and cops, looking for stars in four wing cars Lord they tryina get me It’s all a trap bob say I’m just tryina feed my mami with these raps I say And these tracks I slay, Walking, leaving my footmark, instant history Just a tab away from your bookmark So far we doing good for a self That’s what these teachers say, they waiting for my yin I bet they never see the day Futuristing egotistic, young and restrict your lyrics Tryina be the god of rapping, no disrespect religion I keep em rocking from kreashawn to picky You had your time now the clock is ticking I mean taking, breaking radio stations Tell em play my joint, they want me go pop it Sell up a target, but I stays on point Hip hop, word! [Hook] Getting my grind, my grind and I’m getting it Ain’t nothing here given, we’re no longer children We making a living Getting my grind, my grind and I’m getting it Ain’t nothing here given, we’re no longer children We making a living I used to suck at everything except faking Now I’m the realer one, chicks going bananas I never used to appeal to them Television screen, told my images I’m the champool, change the condition, I was living it All the dudes was tripping it Tryina plot on taking what they have Even if you care so freak me you couldn’t get the a mad I’m focused, and brooklyn’s responsible for my concentration And these tracks help me communicate with different races Fire the shot, we all speech struggle Couldn’t find the words to describe the pain We all need russel My dedication on the hunned, better get running Cause you done it Anything in front of something, when you want it I don’t like y’all, I don’t like y’all music Can’t none of y’all touch what I be doing Radio promoting all this trash But you wonder why the game is ruined Y’all know why, cause y’all ain’t bumping this roaster Or nothin like it, and that’s cool But it just ain’t exciting Bow down to the younging that’s catching wreck I’m up next, protect next before I acces And expect, nothing, less than the best The world give world perfection As I continue to progress in every single session, for real [Hook] Getting my grind, my grind and I’m getting it Ain’t nothing here given, we’re no longer children We making a living Getting my grind, my grind and I’m getting it Ain’t nothing here given, we’re no longer children We making a living.
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