Grinding
Grinding like the studio my skate park
Working every minute I can't waste none
Building with the real no time for fake ones
Gotta reinvest the bag ain't no donations
Eyes on the prize dawg, had to put my price up
If you can't afford it ain't my fault man step your life up
When the night's young, we gon roll that fire up
Sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Yeah I'm sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Rolling up a swisher pass the lighter, yea
They just wanna see me fuck my life up
But, I been on the grind I'm working hard
This here my song
Been popping shit for way too long, to not be on
I'm dropping heat feel like Lebron, I really ball
Flyer than Enola dropping bombs, no Saint Lauren
Man Drippy Diamonds all I'm rocking
I'm not tryna talk shit, but y'all kinda toxic, got no time for gossip
I know that you watching, wait until my next show, I'm diving in the mosh pit, yeah
Grinding like the studio my skate park
Working every minute I can't waste none
Building with the real no time for fake ones
Gotta reinvest the bag ain't no donations
Eyes on the prize dawg, had to put my price up
If you can't afford it ain't my fault man step your life up
When the night's young, we gon roll that fire up
Sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Putting points on the board frequent flyer
When I'm in the O my hotel isn't five star
Fuck that boujee life I'll sleep inside the hire car
But, I don't ever sleep that's just a sidebar
Yeah, you know this shit rocking and I'm wavy, yeah
I just got a message from your lady, yeah
Kinda doubt the fact that she can take me, yeah
I get deep up in that water like the Navy, uh
Seals, but I won't pay your bills, nah
Too ill, 2k finna play the field, yeah
Lou Will, ATL I ball for real
I got skill, love Chi Town but I don't drill
Grinding like the studio my skate park
Working every minute I can't waste none
Building with the real no time for fake ones
Gotta reinvest the bag ain't no donations
Eyes on the prize dawg, had to put my price up
If you can't afford it ain't my fault man step your life up
When the night's young, we gon roll that fire up
Sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Working every minute I can't waste none
Building with the real no time for fake ones
Gotta reinvest the bag ain't no donations
Eyes on the prize dawg, had to put my price up
If you can't afford it ain't my fault man step your life up
When the night's young, we gon roll that fire up
Sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Yeah I'm sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Rolling up a swisher pass the lighter, yea
They just wanna see me fuck my life up
But, I been on the grind I'm working hard
This here my song
Been popping shit for way too long, to not be on
I'm dropping heat feel like Lebron, I really ball
Flyer than Enola dropping bombs, no Saint Lauren
Man Drippy Diamonds all I'm rocking
I'm not tryna talk shit, but y'all kinda toxic, got no time for gossip
I know that you watching, wait until my next show, I'm diving in the mosh pit, yeah
Grinding like the studio my skate park
Working every minute I can't waste none
Building with the real no time for fake ones
Gotta reinvest the bag ain't no donations
Eyes on the prize dawg, had to put my price up
If you can't afford it ain't my fault man step your life up
When the night's young, we gon roll that fire up
Sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Putting points on the board frequent flyer
When I'm in the O my hotel isn't five star
Fuck that boujee life I'll sleep inside the hire car
But, I don't ever sleep that's just a sidebar
Yeah, you know this shit rocking and I'm wavy, yeah
I just got a message from your lady, yeah
Kinda doubt the fact that she can take me, yeah
I get deep up in that water like the Navy, uh
Seals, but I won't pay your bills, nah
Too ill, 2k finna play the field, yeah
Lou Will, ATL I ball for real
I got skill, love Chi Town but I don't drill
Grinding like the studio my skate park
Working every minute I can't waste none
Building with the real no time for fake ones
Gotta reinvest the bag ain't no donations
Eyes on the prize dawg, had to put my price up
If you can't afford it ain't my fault man step your life up
When the night's young, we gon roll that fire up
Sippin dark liquor out a white cup
Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Pribyl, James Sikora
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