Mighty Grind

Bitch I'm winnin' fuck the gimmicks, since a youngin' I been spittin' on you bitches for a minute
Cuz my rhythm has no limit and my lyrics are the realest in my village
Can you feel it? how we living in the trenches

I feel like I'm in a prison, ain't nobody see my vision
They be claiming I'm a villain even tho I got the wisdom of a million

I'm the illest, fuck the critics hoe admit It, Ima kill it
Bitch I got it, change the topic where's my wallet? I forgot it "Haaa"
In yo closet no more profit in my pocket
No more dollars fuck yo knowledge, bitch I'm honest I feel nauseous I might vomit
Where's my bucket?
Nigga fuck it, I have fallen to the bottom
Where's my nigga? someone shot 'em now he laying In a coffin
I feel like I live in Gotham all these niggas robin, now we got a problem
This shit happen more than often, so I gotta solve it cuz we gotta blossom
No more taking losses and I promise no more drama, bitch I put that on my mama

Now I gotta take you niggas to the slaughter house
So let me show you what it's all about

I got some people that can run up in yo house, put a pistol in yo mouth
While yo daughter chillin on the couch watching Mickey Mouse

Then I smoke a quarter ounce and make yo sister titty bounce
Then I put a finger in her booty hole while I shoot a video
Then I eat my Cheerios that's my favorite cereal

Pussy nigga hear me out and please go find another route
All you niggas claiming that you know me
But nobody know me, all you bitches phony where was you when I was lonely?

Now you wanna be my homie? Where was you when I was on the block? eating macaroni out the box
Runnin' from cops 30 in my sock give a fuck about the cost

Going to the mosque praying to Allah, hoping I don't fall
Ain't nobody wanna see me ball, nigga fuck 'em all
Cuz if they mess wit me I'm boutta send 'em to the lord