(Intro)
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Grind what it do?
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Grind what it do?
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Grind what it do?
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(Verse)
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The grind is infinite, it fills up every minute
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The moment you feelin timid the hate will swallow your vision
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Try and follow your past, success I leavin you stoo
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If your labor brings fruit, what you eatin favors the truth
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IĄ¯m just dippin off my clothes, wavy like IĄ¯m supposed
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Niggas see me shine, tryna eat and grind
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Hate the fact I got hoes
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Youngins out here tryna be me
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Me and Dan tryna see GĄ¯s
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If itĄ¯s music takin new pics at the finish line like Carl Lewis
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All the same bro, thatĄ¯s just how the game go
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Body every track like pushin people on the subway
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Love hate, hate love, saw her on the runway
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And just me off the strength of my bread while on me lunch day
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Maybe IĄ¯ll be ready for the spot like when the timeĄ¯s right
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They hate me for my moments on the screen, yet they wanna do it
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IĄ¯m going through it, thank God I got my niggas with me
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I pray IĄ¯ll never have to load a pistol quickly
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(Bridge)
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We on the block, it donĄ¯t stop
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They talkin shit, a sunny day ? thatĄ¯s when the fun stops
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We born fist off, forgive IĄ¯m a long shot
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IĄ¯m always push to see me pop, got these hoes boxed
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Cuz IĄ¯m the shit nigga
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(Hook)
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We be on that, we be on that, we be on that grind
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Out to make this dough, I ainĄ¯t chasin hoes, fuck is on yo mind?
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We be on that, we be on that, we be on that grind
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Out to make this dough, niggas hatin though, see me getting my shine
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(Verse)
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Back in it with flows cuz she already chose this focus
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Like when the no kick she like to blow spit
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Hocus cuz when I pocus is state of magic
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Callin me a Spike Lee cuz she gotta have it
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Yall niggas is average, gonna keep me a bad bitch
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My crew so savage, they bring me straight to your address
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My niggas donĄ¯t have stealth, raw movin that ass look
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Got it on lock til we on top and itĄ¯s far out with my last drop
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(Verse)
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Okay, IĄ¯m just sippin off of that bro
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Infamous, we live in that note
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I ainĄ¯t trippin off what they do
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I mind my own and grind with my crew
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This life I get glory to God
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Plus my soul will give me my heart
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ItĄ¯s like this music ends up late, I hope they never seen my scars
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(Verse)
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Pull up out the garage, lookin like a seduction
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Hoes jump when I ride by, but I donĄ¯t show em no love though
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Your clique lay and my switch lanes, bitch stay and rep my big chain
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ItĄ¯s infamous, we takin over, yall ainĄ¯t fuckin with this gang
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(Verse)
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Grindmode lifestyle, danger like a wanted group
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Poppin off like cop scared, worried that a gun is loose
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Bushwick IĄ¯mma do it, I just wanna see you proud of me
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For smoking put it up til you feelin like a balcony
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Lot of people doubted me, real all I know how to be
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They can take me out the hood but they canĄ¯t take it out of me
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Kush in my blunt, cuff in the lean,
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Girls go wild when IĄ¯m touchin the scene
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Boogz and one reality, stay loaded off that Cali weed
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(Bridge)
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We on the block, it donĄ¯t stop
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They talkin shit, a sunny day ? thatĄ¯s when the fun stops
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We born fist off, forgive IĄ¯m a long shot
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IĄ¯m always push to see me pop, got these hoes boxed
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Cuz IĄ¯m the shit nigga
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(Hook)
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We be on that, we be on that, we be on that grind
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Out to make this dough, I ainĄ¯t chasin hoes, fuck is on yo mind?
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We be on that, we be on that, we be on that grind
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Out to make this dough, niggas hatin though, see me getting my shine
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On That Grind
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| Realm Reality |
