Grind-In Songtext
(Intro)
So this what Brooklyn look like at its finest ah?
(Verse)
I used to suck at everything except rapping
I took advantage, put problems on instrumentals
And managed to make em vanish
She fronted yesterday, but she wanna see me tomorrow
Shawty play me so much, my nickname was Grand Theft Auto
Plus my environment was real
I seen CJ’s and cops, looking for stars in foreign cars
Lord they tryina get me
It’s all a trap I say
I’m just tryina feed my mommy with these raps I say
And these tracks I slay,
Walking, leaving my footmark,
Instant history just a tab away from your bookmark
So far we doing good for ourself
That’s what these teachers say,
They waiting for my end, I bet they never see the day
Futuristic, egotistic, young and restrict your lyrics
Tryina be the god of rapping, no disrespect religion
I keep em rocking from Crenshaw to picky
You had your time now the clock is ticking
I mean taking, breaking radio stations, tell em play my joint,
Then when we go pop it sell up a target, but I stays on point
Hip hop, word!
(Hook x2)
Getting my grind, my grinding I’m getting
Ain’t nothing here given,
We’re no longer children
We making a living
(Verse)
I used to suck at everything except faking, now I’m the realer one,
Chicks going bananas, I never used to appeal to them
Television screen, told my images, I’m the champoo,
Changed the conditions, I was living it
All the dudes was tripping it
Tryina plot on taking what they have
Even if you care so freak me you couldn’t get the A mad
I’m focused, and Brooklyn’s responsible for my concentration
And these tracks help me communicate with different races
Fire the shot, we all speech struggle
Couldn’t find the words to describe the pain, we all need Russel
My dedication on the hunned, better get running cause you done it
Anything in front of something, when you want it
I don’t like y’all, I don’t like y’all music
Can’t none of y’all touch what I be doing
Radio promoting all these tracks
But you wonder why the game is ruined
Y’all know why, cause y’all ain’t bumping this roaster or nothin like it,
And that’s cool but it just ain’t exciting
Bow down to the younging that’s catching wreck
I’m up next, protect next before I access and expect
Nothing, less than the best, to the world give raw perfection
As I continue to progress in every single session, for real
(Hook x2)
Getting my grind, my grinding I’m getting
Ain’t nothing here given,
We’re no longer children
We making a living
So this what Brooklyn look like at its finest ah?
(Verse)
I used to suck at everything except rapping
I took advantage, put problems on instrumentals
And managed to make em vanish
She fronted yesterday, but she wanna see me tomorrow
Shawty play me so much, my nickname was Grand Theft Auto
Plus my environment was real
I seen CJ’s and cops, looking for stars in foreign cars
Lord they tryina get me
It’s all a trap I say
I’m just tryina feed my mommy with these raps I say
And these tracks I slay,
Walking, leaving my footmark,
Instant history just a tab away from your bookmark
So far we doing good for ourself
That’s what these teachers say,
They waiting for my end, I bet they never see the day
Futuristic, egotistic, young and restrict your lyrics
Tryina be the god of rapping, no disrespect religion
I keep em rocking from Crenshaw to picky
You had your time now the clock is ticking
I mean taking, breaking radio stations, tell em play my joint,
Then when we go pop it sell up a target, but I stays on point
Hip hop, word!
(Hook x2)
Getting my grind, my grinding I’m getting
Ain’t nothing here given,
We’re no longer children
We making a living
(Verse)
I used to suck at everything except faking, now I’m the realer one,
Chicks going bananas, I never used to appeal to them
Television screen, told my images, I’m the champoo,
Changed the conditions, I was living it
All the dudes was tripping it
Tryina plot on taking what they have
Even if you care so freak me you couldn’t get the A mad
I’m focused, and Brooklyn’s responsible for my concentration
And these tracks help me communicate with different races
Fire the shot, we all speech struggle
Couldn’t find the words to describe the pain, we all need Russel
My dedication on the hunned, better get running cause you done it
Anything in front of something, when you want it
I don’t like y’all, I don’t like y’all music
Can’t none of y’all touch what I be doing
Radio promoting all these tracks
But you wonder why the game is ruined
Y’all know why, cause y’all ain’t bumping this roaster or nothin like it,
And that’s cool but it just ain’t exciting
Bow down to the younging that’s catching wreck
I’m up next, protect next before I access and expect
Nothing, less than the best, to the world give raw perfection
As I continue to progress in every single session, for real
(Hook x2)
Getting my grind, my grinding I’m getting
Ain’t nothing here given,
We’re no longer children
We making a living
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