how you've been synching Long distance century buzzes and fades I wonder why you've not resigned Previews processions and parades You've got to grind, grind
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back And do your work to the max The payoff's much sweeter than the payback Even the haysack needle wouldn't play that So let's pray at, church (church
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho' [hook] Cause we some full-time grinders, hard
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho' hook Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time
in the herd Never get into church Never cook in your life Buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate Never envy others Cause they getting cake Never grind
born to spit it The coroner has kept me warm through the storms of winter Ignored the pain and struggle when it's time for dinner We huddle together and grind
Alone I traveled through the mountains Led by a star fading west When I came upon an ancient ruin of a church and it was there I stopped to rest Then
every block I'm a good hearted crying man with a criminal mind state Ain't nobody gave a shit and that's why we grind weight My grandma off in the church
don't really give a f-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask
rippin? up every block I?ma good god fearin? man with a criminal mind state Ain?t nobody gave a shit and thats why we grind weight My grandma off in the church
I gotta mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my
your lane but you wanna be a star A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star I know the grind, she tryin'
type of nigga, with the mind of a Goddamn fool But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change So when James went to church this nigga did the
money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony (Pusha T) One hundred keys One hundred please My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze Walk the mud jungle where they grinded
as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind