Grind Mode

Grind mode Im so high I think time slowed
You would think I had the click remote
Yea he talking crazy ill stab em in his throat
Like eric ill rock em boy I aint no joke

Who want smoke im fried from the wood it anti dsmoke
Empty the whole clip and I reload
Rapping poetry to yo bitch like love jones
I aint from austin but im stone cold
Hold on to yo life we packing guns and knifes
Im well seasoned I don't even need the spice
Bang bang bang I aint gotta fight
Yo bitch ill baker ima anita nice
Yea I was in the trap like some dead mice
I then came up you don't wanna hear the feature price
I been balling on niggas since the fisher price
Shoot with the left im derrick fisher right
Hatters get mad when the see me like a engine light
Its gone be one last cry like bryant mcknight
I got yo bitch losses she was acting uptight
I ran game on her I was just being polite

This shit organic I don't need nobody to ghost write
Its too many women on earth I need four wives
Now im about to finish him he a low life
Yea yea it only took four strikes
Fatality on a nigga it was a cold night
Ill battle rap a nigga like head ice
I then seen more white than a bed of rice
Had to double back cause he head was nice