MB4 - Grind For It lyrics

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Chorus

Coming up pops told me

son always do your own thing

Now I get attention

Like the house when the phone rings

Because I grind for it

Give me water I'll make wine from it

Never had it too hard

But no your boy was never spoon fed

Now it ain't gonna' stop

I slept in it and made my own bed

Please believe Im gonna' grind for it

If you know me you know I grind for it

I know you see me out here grinding (X4)

Button-up new watch

Taylored pants due socks

Blue moc's

Two shots

Put me in your juke box

Now pour the champagne and let the goose pop

Take the party from the basement to the rooftop

Now why these rappers tryna' sound so hard

Sky-living space swag guess my sounds solnar

Got me thinking to myself "why all these clouds so large?"

Im just thinking outloud for my fans no charge

Post cards to the haters "Au revior"

Punchlines ride the whip in which my lyrics chauffeur

Im in a class of my own just like the slow kids

This the land of the fake welcome to show biz

A place where girls are getting nose jobs just to get noticed

And rappers lie about theyre own lives just to get quoted

Signing off "MB" catch me at the top

And they say time is money catch me in your watch

Coming up pops told me

son always do your own thing

Now I get attention

Like the house when the phone rings

Because I grind for it

Give me water I'll make wine from it

Never had it too hard

But no your boy was never spoon fed

Now it ain't gonna' stop

I slept in it and made my own bed

Please believe Im gonna' grind for it

If you know me you know I grind for it

My lifes an HBO series

Entourage, I confess me, cindy

Niki Minaj

Not the rapper, Im talking 'bout an actress

That I met in the show "El Izee" out in Paris, (yeah)

Brooklyn, call me Fabolous

You, desturbing the peace

Ludacris

Try to Kanye me for my cash

Singing "Good Life" by Mr. West

Where my 50 stacks?

Dont mistake my kindness for weakness brother

My RPG's will have you shaking dreads like Waka-Flaka

Trust me, we ain't' never scared

You ain't BMF you holding on to rick ross' beard

And when I bust ain't no holding me back

Boughatti's too slow so I just bought a corner sack

It feels good to see my stock go back up

If I run for president again Ima' get an armored truck

'Cuz every since baby dock hit the surface

Haiti been hot like a furnace

Wyclef AKA Toussaint St. Jean, When I spit

Saka Fih

Coming up pops told me

son always do your own thing

Now I get attention

Like the house when the phone rings

Because I grind for it

Give me water I'll make wine from it

Never had it too hard

But no your boy was never spoon fed

Now it ain't gonna' stop

I slept in it and made my own bed

Please believe Im gonna' grind for it

If you know me you know I grind for it

Hey Clef they mad again

Its because when these rappers step on the courts the only time they traveling

Im in a yacht these rappers paddeling

Im MJ in the 4th

James Bond in the javelin

Excuse the flow but im going out of my mind

Purposely paiting pictures a young poet in his prime

And they Love me (yea, yea, yea, yea)

They loving my style

My style (Lets go)

I brought Clef back to rap

Threw Fred (The Godson) on a track

Get my beats from Vinny Idol

Show these youngins how to act

Im a hard guy to get along with

Get on a song with

Either way the boy's blowing up like a bong rip

So take a breath and be easy

My 16's having sex with the beat

My vocals come in 3-D

Im high Def without the TV

Beating me's like tryna' walk through hell with some sandals and a squee-gee

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