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grind - kenny loften lyrics

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[intro]

yeah..

yeah (x5)

[verse 1]

it was 9 to 6
working 9 to 6
hollister shifts, just trying to grind and shit
running out of time, please dont remind me shit

i’m just chasing my goals
like i ain’t got a ride
plus if i’m walking on that road, b-tch
then i ain’t got a ride!

me and this pain coexide
man i’m so alive
give anything except my soul
for that gold garage
i hold inside this pain
that i motherf-ckin’ find!
and keep working, cause i know that
i’m due in due time!

[chorus]

it’s a motherf-ckin’ grind!
i just motherf-ckin’ grind
i hold inside this pain i find
i know i’m due in due time

i just motha (x3) f-ckin’ grind..

[bridge]

and i just be working
i just be..
y’know working nonstop
wake up, do some shit
go to sleep, do some shit in my dreams godd-mn haha
f-ck it!
yeah..

[verse 2]

swear to god that i gotta blow
stepped up in zydeco like, “howdy hoes”
straight talent in the talent show
rapping all my cashflow, what an -sshole
so what you know about nights in the cold?
or even nights, with no lights and you froze?
or not nikes, cause the height of the price
too big and you broke, nigga

what about your soul, nigga? (what about your soul nigga)
don’t forget your soul, nigga.. (don’t forget your soul nigga)

and my mom calling me like kenny
“why you ain’t home?”
sorry i ain’t call
tryna sell coliseums like rome!
now who’s wrong?

so we roll up
pack of pakistan
niggas gave me slack, get the back hand
was never about the cash fam, respect
so if you diss me, disrespect me
you should know i’m coming for that mothaf-ckin’ neck
yeah
yeah i’m coming for that neck
yeah
a set of bodies for my set
yeah
upset my family and you next
yeah
disrespect me, its that neck..

[bridge]

yeah (x6)

[verse 3]

yeah, man i just grind
no really man, i really do grind!
told these mothaf-ckas that i’m due in due time!
cause i remember the ryhmes
freestyling on bus
then i would go home to my moms and pops
arguin’, fuss

and i’m like, “what the f-ck is wrong?”
i’m tryna write some f-ckin’ songs
i’m tryna get a f-ckin’ mansion
i’m tryna live like marlyn manson
you niggas candid

i take a picture
read the scriptures
then i light a blunt

you gotta understand that
cause i ain’t got no money
i ain’t trying to stunt

ain’t tryna flex
but understand these texts
that i write
man i get on knees, and then i ask christ

he said kenny, “keep working, kenny keep workin”
i got your girl wet, like a d-mned sea urchin
now i’m freestyling
yeah
then i never stop
boy i swear i take shots
but my flow is just like 2pac
b-tch i f-ckin’ grind..

[chorus]

b-tch i f-ckin’ grind
i’m grinding ’till i’m done..
niggas is my sons..
i just motha (x3) f-ckin’ grind..

“and i’m outie”

- kenny loften lyrics

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