Grinding

Ain't it ironic, how my head in the clouds, but I'm underground
If the marathon continues, you know i run my town
If i dare shoot my shot, it bout 100 rounds
Royalty drip on me, tonight I'm sipping crown

A light flex, shorty on that keto diet but my kids she digest
When i terrorize the pussy she call me ISIS
Original bad mon, she know that I'm the nicest
I'm ur, beginning, end, mid life crisis

The feeling that u get, when the funds become the tightest
Newborn coming and yuh baby mom's stifling
Thinking that you cheating and you are, and you blame it on the fighting

Every dark emotion that you feeling i feed off of it
Bring all of it, I consider it a peace offering

A sensation in yuh gut, you feeling real uncomfortable
Like the party punch bowl right next to Mr.Huxtable

Yuh eyes gleam like you need Visine
High dreams shorty slow sipping with Weinstein

Fuck it

Let's make a toast for the douche bags
With a plan b incase the dude smash
Begging if I may if like june passed
Toss the glock my cousin got a few stashed

Yuh fukin' dummy

Ain't no test drive when my crew crash
Yuh shorties a bop she ran thru my dudes fast
Broke the speed limit the way she blew pass

Anger management as a youth, so advanced
I laugh, cuz none of my bullies they stood a chance

You new niggas ain't shit but a vending machine snack
Praise to Lord Thanos motivating me to snap

Bitch I'm sicka than Corona raw dickin' ebola with a dry cough
Telling all essential bitches hold my balls

Jazzy like Jeff in the city I'm reppin'
I will be the fresh prince cuz i am Legend

Beyonce Knowles this child is destined
Usher the whole truth like it's confession

Muscle memory in the booth catch me flexing
Baby I got soul, astro projection
I'll drink bleach if i was ur reflection
Sooo im out this bitch, like a c- section

NIGGA



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Writer(s): Samuel Jack
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