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day ones - grindtime tec lyrics

[intro:]
yeah!
i was up for like 48 hours
finna take off to the moon
yeah! yeah! yeah!

[hook:]
growing up i had to hustle my surroundings
i had to get it money piling in the mountains
they acting like they my friends, they need to stoooop iiiit
i’m eating with the same people that i starved with!
we like, f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone
f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone
f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone
f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone

[verse 1:]
i’m bout the cash yeah, get it slow or fast yeah
if he flexin’ tell em run it like it’s track yeah
i’m with the same people i was with last year
all your people ghost, i call you pac-man!
stacking money whoa!
i stay with my buddy whoa!
bro bro got the 30 clip an he’ll let it go!
ayyy sh-t different whoa!
heard these n-ggas snitching whoa!
that’s why i keep my circle small and i ain’t never switching up!
i done came from the bottom
my nephews role model
i’m just going harder
i’m missing my father
i’m praying to allah and stacking these dollas!
while i’m twisting sour and sipping these bottles!
i know my ones got my back, so they won’t run on a n-gga
i put 2 and 2 together
i never been a dumb little n-gga

[hook 2:]
they say money’s the root of all eviiiiiiiil
i guess it is, look what it do to peoplllllllle
i been mobbing with my day ones!
riding since day one!
stacking bread since day oooooooooooone!

[hook:]
growing up i had to hustle my surroundings
i had to get it money piling in the mountains
they acking like they my friends, they need to stoooop iiiit
i’m eating with the same people that i starved with!
we like, f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone
f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone
f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone
f-ck eeeeryoooone if you ain’t day oooone

[verse 2:]
i play my cards, i know how to deal em
they on the internet all in they feelings
my ex girl got a -ss like a brazilian
i’m smoking loud, i can’t f-cking hear ya!
hop out of beamers these hoes on my p-n-s
i f-ck em the meanest, then go!
my style is the cleanest, got a bad puerto rican
she holding my nina and dough!
i love my mind, i gotta get my mine
yeah i’m trained to bloooow
my sidechick said grab your camera, let’s make a videoooooooooooo
i don’t like that fake sh-t
hold your own don’t show no fakeness
if that ain’t you, what you got to proooooooove?
i kept it real, i never ever snooze

- grindtime tec lyrics

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