Grind Lyrics

These niggas talking bullshit I can smell their faeces

Your friends tryna hype you but the streets don't believe it

Thank God they'll never find me in places everyone is

Thank God I took the red pill in this matrix

Skin to skin feel her organs when we matin

Family re union but no love feel the fakin

Now Imagine tryna tell your son he ain't got no dad

First time you met your daughter was on only fans

So trust nobody they ain't loyal everyone for sale

Hommies place bets on odds that I'll probably fail

But nah man I'm straight like a dogs tail

I'm giving all these haters pain they need bruffen

Imagine telling your baby mama that things will get better but when it get better na toma u fevha

I just wanna make money ya u khera

I'm a doe boy like Maglera

The ghetto feels better in a Beamer

The flow so hot catch a fever

I'm from a place where black kids don't get applause

Get this money fuck the law

What I do when I wake up

Grind

Grind

What I do when I stay up

Grind

Grind

All I know is that money don't talk back

Grind

Grind

All I know is that money don't talk back

Grind grind

Your a pussy tinker bell

Spit the heat give em hell

In my the room spin your girl like a carousel

Too many hoes

Too many fake Bro's

It's getting hard to tell who my real foes

bought a whip no more ten toes

I used to be small microscopic

Nowadays getting green holidays in the tropics

Zeros in the bank

Started making profit

I was cubase now I'm repping logic

Most of them don't get the picture though it's panoramic

Doing better than my peers most of them where toxic

My vision so clear man it's telescopic

Music university leave this rappers in casualty it's an emergency

Can't they see that I'm dying making melodies

For my people losing their minds with insanity

Ndi khale ndi kho rapper vha kho u ima phannda

Others sold their soul just to get the dollar

Vhangwe vho rengisa u ri vha khone ula

But I still don't blame nobody for fucking it raw

The game needs change and my pockets need it too

Got me hustling in these streets like a prostitute

The ghetto feels better in a Beamer

The flow so hot catch a fever

I'm from a place where black kids don't get applause

Get this money fuck the law

What I do when I wake up

Grind

Grind

What I do when I stay up

Grind

Grind

All I know is that money don't talk back

Grind

Grind

All I know is that money don't talk back

Grind grind

You know we had to do this again

We had to do this again

It can only be Macfam

Mac J Mac Jeezy

Oh now you know

We ain't done yet

Sit down