Foreign

I'm in the bando, I'm with my bros
Ice on my neck and it always stay cold
I'm on my grind and it never gets old
Busting my chains now they covered in gold
I'm on my grind so you know that im hustling
I'll make the p's even tho I got nothing
I'll make it out even tho I've been struggling
Imma need faith god Imma need something
(Yeah Yeah)
She a bad b and she know it
Cant duck all the shade she be throwing
I'm on my grind nd it showing
Whip out a benz I'll be rolling
Making the ps' on the daily
Sipping my lean might go crazy
None of these girls don't phase me
None gon' change me

Pull up in a brand new whip I've been
making the ps' it's the money I'm chasing
Got a fine looking girl in the back but
she all about cheques and she all about status
Brand new shirt, Louis v belt, iced out watch and I'm looking amazing
I'm a money machine and I'm on my grind, I don't care if you're hating
Came from the ends to a Rolls, wanna go far this is only the start,
Working real hard don't tell no soul,
Future look bright but my past still dark
Talking 5 figures and 14 cars,
Cop all the pieces to hide all my scars,
Aim for my goals, we reach for the stars
Wanna drop knowledge I only drop bars

I'm in the bando I'm with my bros
Ice on my neck and it always stays cold
I'm on my grind and it never gets old
Busting my chains now they covered in gold
I'm on my grind so you know that i'm
Hustling
I'll make the ps' even tho I got nothing
I'll make it out even tho I've been struggling
Imma need faith god Imma need something



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Terry
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