how you've been synching Long distance century buzzes and fades I wonder why you've not resigned Previews processions and parades You've got to grind, grind
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back And do your work to the max The payoff's much sweeter than the payback Even the haysack needle wouldn't play that So let's pray at, church (church
don't really give a f-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask
rippin? up every block I?ma good god fearin? man with a criminal mind state Ain?t nobody gave a shit and thats why we grind weight My grandma off in the church
I gotta mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my
your lane but you wanna be a star A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star I know the grind, she tryin'
type of nigga, with the mind of a Goddamn fool But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change So when James went to church this nigga did the
money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony (Pusha T) One hundred keys One hundred please My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze Walk the mud jungle where they grinded
as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind
big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind
'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for every time I had to grind
be bothered with ya'll I got a hundred problems and there's only one way I'm gonna solve em I'm gonna have to get my grind on Hustlin' and using my muscle
rap But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place So back on the grind and don't catch no case Bitches
It's all what we need More love, less hate, more real, less fake More grind, less wishin' Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change Less rushin
the rhyme 'Cause these rappers think that I'm in love with your state of mind 'Cause you a favorite of mine And I know you on your grind I don't want
