Clean Grind

Slip it
Slip it
Slipped man
Clean grind
Clean grind
Woah

Work hard
Do well
When you start doing work you go through hell
You determined to work you picking in
With hard work, you go uphill
Turn it up to the club we go all lit
Turn it up to the club we go all lit
I'm never gon stop till I get to the top
New rolls Royce yeah am finna cop
Anytime I get yeah am finna drop
Swerving on ea on 2s
I'm on the west side in a coupe
Straight up
Clean grind
Clean grind

Where you dey
Where the stu
Let's go the-the-there
They chat trash but they run from the fears
Negative talk is all that I hear
Spit to the mic then straight to your ears
Got mandem ready to bite me
When I hop in it's a banter club
Filter the talk
Then back to the plug
If you ain't calm don't make this mock
Real Gs wanna
Double R hunna
Rolling in a Miata
The first song didn't go harder
Rumours and chats that bros and I making music
Not versatile
Cold-blooded but
I am not rep-tile
Dynamic, my raps ain't
Vertical
Reply to chats, unethical
Chats unethical

YSO YSO SO SO
YSO YSO YSO SO SO
Step in the room
I'm splitting wages
Going through pages
Different faces
I got the taste of many aces
Feels like a scene with different locations
Tapped bro's back
Yeah, what's the occasion
Broski's getting sat for court cases
Wind up a little
Back to Basics
I'm so sick of all those stories
Got guys running from feds for years
Trying to make out of the trenches
For trenches
Stack up the lame excuses
Figures so wide, amusing
Doing my grind no filthy
Clean grind made it for me

In a west side coupe
I'm the highest in the room
Putting me on a track
But they don't know what I could do
Them boys smoking packs
Out the big backwood
Out here on a jet
Living life feeling good
Straight up
Let's go



Credits
Writer(s): David Wigwe
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