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grindin’
grindin’
grindin’
oh, i been grindin’
grindin’
grindin’

( raquel )

i’m running
from my addiction man i’m hooked like phonics
toke said you don’t speak my ebonics
bad b-tch and her -ss is demonic
this love is platonic
but the s-x good
vocal art n-gga f-ck being dressed good
lowkey i got a n-gga out in westwood running from the coppers making sure that i invest good
tink i wanna know what posses you in the night
a lil birdie told me you don’t rest good
rest well
seats back on the highway to h-ll
i don’t have a soul i can sell
we k!lling ourselves
so farewell
and zay let me shoot the double barrel
zanned out at my granny house, crashing on the couch
it ain’t nothing more important than apparel what i thought
papa doo said where you been
i been ’round the way on the porch with my friend
knowing i ain’t even been in dothan
trying to hide scars with some cocoa b-tter lotion
i had to get focused
my mom was gon’ kick me out
but big baby looked out
but is it worth it ?
when the lights out and it’s night out and the demons are prowling
boy i been grindin’

grindin’
grindin’
oh, i been grindin’
grindin’
grindin’
oh, i been grindin’
grindin’
grindin’
oh, i been grindin’
grindin’
grindin’

( t2oon tha kidd )

i’m grindin’ for everything i want
you f-ck with tink then you f-ck with me and i swear that ain’t what you want
a lot of things changed but it’s the same game
used to be seven now it’s just two
grindin’ hard and eating good you know toon an animal
imma eat any beat that come near me and tink she a beast can’t n0body else compete
hold me down
can’t n0body do that
say hi to my haters make a motherf-cka fall back
grind hard lil homie beez always told me that
still running
never low on gas n-gga
always high cl-ss
now all that’s in the past
now tell me what’s up with all that
it’s just me rocking designer flags
at my dad house tying sack bags
i ain’t got time for that jazz
so i rap
i’m spittin’ hot bars by the dozen
fly beats i get that from my cousin
young n-gga from the bottom trying to run up on a couple mil
grinding hard no bluffing
yeah

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