Astro - Grind-In lyrics

rate me

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.