GRINDMODE
Fly...
Fly...
Fly...
Fly...
The best position of my life
My future's looking bright
And Gucci's on my face, but I'm not blinded by the light
I'm out here in grind mode
I'm out here in grind mode
The best position in my life
My future's looking bright
Them Louis on my face, but I'm not blinded by the light
I'm out here in grind mode
I'm out here in grind mode
Yeah
Yeah, ain't had no pot to piss in
Now I'm on yachts with bitches
My flow is not the sickest
You niggas common senseless
We at the round table politicking
Like F.A.B, we R.I.P our competition
No opposition, just a flock of bitches
The roof crack, trunk open, they saw my vision
Them bright lights had our eyes itching
But she not tripping 'cause she just wanna take flight with ya
Clear off my runway
I'm 'bout to catch a flight
Clouds on my freeway
I'ma close my case
So tell em that I came for the game (fly fly fly)
And I took it (fly fly fly)
This weather in the sky
For one it never shook me (fly fly fly)
The captain of my plane, so I gotta dip it
Now if you see my eyes, tell me if you see my vision
All my nigga doing life
That weathers in the grave
I feel like it's my duty, my nigga, to spread my wings
And all I do is fly, and fly away
One day I hope you all, gon fly away (fly away, nigga)
The best position of my life
My future's looking bright
And Gucci's on my face, but I'm not blinded by the light
I'm out here in grind mode
I'm out here in grind mode
Yeah, Perrier sippin'
Benz drop dippin'
Real fly crippin' nigga
All money business nigga
Cross country trippin' nigga
First class sittin' nigga
When I touch down it's like a five-grand interest nigga
You know what I'm into nigga
Money and expensive bitches
Fuck them on expensive lining
Then put on expensive denim
Five-stacks in these pocket
What you niggas know about it
I stay on that shit that makes your bitch act a hoe around me
Clear off my runway
I'm 'bout to catch a flight
Clouds on my freeway
I'ma close my case
So tell em that I came for the game (fly fly fly)
And I took it (fly fly fly)
This weather in the sky
For one it never shook me (fly fly fly)
The captain of my plane, so I gotta dip it
Now if you see my eyes, tell me if you see my vision
All my nigga doing life
That weathers in the grave
I feel like it's my duty, my nigga, to spread my wings
And all I do is fly and fly away
One day I hope you all, gon fly away
Fly...
Fly...
Fly...
The best position of my life
My future's looking bright
And Gucci's on my face, but I'm not blinded by the light
I'm out here in grind mode
I'm out here in grind mode
The best position in my life
My future's looking bright
Them Louis on my face, but I'm not blinded by the light
I'm out here in grind mode
I'm out here in grind mode
Yeah
Yeah, ain't had no pot to piss in
Now I'm on yachts with bitches
My flow is not the sickest
You niggas common senseless
We at the round table politicking
Like F.A.B, we R.I.P our competition
No opposition, just a flock of bitches
The roof crack, trunk open, they saw my vision
Them bright lights had our eyes itching
But she not tripping 'cause she just wanna take flight with ya
Clear off my runway
I'm 'bout to catch a flight
Clouds on my freeway
I'ma close my case
So tell em that I came for the game (fly fly fly)
And I took it (fly fly fly)
This weather in the sky
For one it never shook me (fly fly fly)
The captain of my plane, so I gotta dip it
Now if you see my eyes, tell me if you see my vision
All my nigga doing life
That weathers in the grave
I feel like it's my duty, my nigga, to spread my wings
And all I do is fly, and fly away
One day I hope you all, gon fly away (fly away, nigga)
The best position of my life
My future's looking bright
And Gucci's on my face, but I'm not blinded by the light
I'm out here in grind mode
I'm out here in grind mode
Yeah, Perrier sippin'
Benz drop dippin'
Real fly crippin' nigga
All money business nigga
Cross country trippin' nigga
First class sittin' nigga
When I touch down it's like a five-grand interest nigga
You know what I'm into nigga
Money and expensive bitches
Fuck them on expensive lining
Then put on expensive denim
Five-stacks in these pocket
What you niggas know about it
I stay on that shit that makes your bitch act a hoe around me
Clear off my runway
I'm 'bout to catch a flight
Clouds on my freeway
I'ma close my case
So tell em that I came for the game (fly fly fly)
And I took it (fly fly fly)
This weather in the sky
For one it never shook me (fly fly fly)
The captain of my plane, so I gotta dip it
Now if you see my eyes, tell me if you see my vision
All my nigga doing life
That weathers in the grave
I feel like it's my duty, my nigga, to spread my wings
And all I do is fly and fly away
One day I hope you all, gon fly away
Credits
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Ermias Asghedom, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane
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