My Grind (feat. Wildcard & Cordell Drake)
You think you know me homie but you really don't know
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
They gettin mad cause I'm so profound
I dont give a fuck when did fuck become a noun
Money comin in such a beautiful sound
Made it out the life that was holdin me down
Trailer park livin, broken pipes, mice runnin round
Hungry in my stomach, broken hearts, glad it's over now
Finally livin sober now, took a lot dope though
Hot up out my memories so welcome to my dope show
Fuckin wit the realist wont contaminate the game
Surround yourself by villians you're bound to feel the bane
I'm just tryin raise the bar, shed a light and play the game
So the people hearing me will never think the word is sane
If you got a problem with me better bring your A game
I aint wastin any time on no motha fuckin lames
Fuckin with my grind you wont make it alive
I done came to damn far to let you fuck with my mind, Cmon
You think you know me homie but you really don't know
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
But if you really needed me now
And I said no and I mean no watch it
I bet you all my exes from back in the day will bow down
All my family friends that fell off will start to come around
Like whats up man
Really like where were you ten years ago
You look so great
I got no money for you forget it hoe
Look, just hit the switch and let me shine
You know I'm one of a kind
Listen, not many out here can touch my grind
You know it's true
Ohhhh
You think you know me homie but you really don't know
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
Who I gotta kill to get some recognition and some affermation
These rappers lackin in passion and overly saturated
Sick of these rappers rappin about rappers hatin they fakin
I'll make em evaporate like a bath full of acid ate em
I'll master the track invasion and max the lackadaisical
Go catch the imagination they braggin they glad they made it
You maggots are fabricatin, I'm smashin a badder waitress
Gettin brains inside the car like Kennedys assassination
Sick of talentless rappers who are actin like they was dope
I'm from a different school of music where you gotta be ferocious
And if not then you was roasted, real rapper wont have it
We're lions rippin you open like national geographic
We got women on their knees I fill their eye with bukkake
Bottom line is this, your little grind is cool kid
But if your lyrics aint dope then your musics bullshit, Wildcard
You think you know me homie but you really don't know
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
They gettin mad cause I'm so profound
I dont give a fuck when did fuck become a noun
Money comin in such a beautiful sound
Made it out the life that was holdin me down
Trailer park livin, broken pipes, mice runnin round
Hungry in my stomach, broken hearts, glad it's over now
Finally livin sober now, took a lot dope though
Hot up out my memories so welcome to my dope show
Fuckin wit the realist wont contaminate the game
Surround yourself by villians you're bound to feel the bane
I'm just tryin raise the bar, shed a light and play the game
So the people hearing me will never think the word is sane
If you got a problem with me better bring your A game
I aint wastin any time on no motha fuckin lames
Fuckin with my grind you wont make it alive
I done came to damn far to let you fuck with my mind, Cmon
You think you know me homie but you really don't know
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
But if you really needed me now
And I said no and I mean no watch it
I bet you all my exes from back in the day will bow down
All my family friends that fell off will start to come around
Like whats up man
Really like where were you ten years ago
You look so great
I got no money for you forget it hoe
Look, just hit the switch and let me shine
You know I'm one of a kind
Listen, not many out here can touch my grind
You know it's true
Ohhhh
You think you know me homie but you really don't know
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
Who I gotta kill to get some recognition and some affermation
These rappers lackin in passion and overly saturated
Sick of these rappers rappin about rappers hatin they fakin
I'll make em evaporate like a bath full of acid ate em
I'll master the track invasion and max the lackadaisical
Go catch the imagination they braggin they glad they made it
You maggots are fabricatin, I'm smashin a badder waitress
Gettin brains inside the car like Kennedys assassination
Sick of talentless rappers who are actin like they was dope
I'm from a different school of music where you gotta be ferocious
And if not then you was roasted, real rapper wont have it
We're lions rippin you open like national geographic
We got women on their knees I fill their eye with bukkake
Bottom line is this, your little grind is cool kid
But if your lyrics aint dope then your musics bullshit, Wildcard
You think you know me homie but you really don't know
You think I've come this far to quit, I'll never give that's no lie
I'm exercizing my grind we call it overtime
Buck bang to my haters they can all fall
You can check my stats and all you'll find is hustle on my mind
I'm exercising my grind and we call it overtime
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Writer(s): Tyler Sant
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