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Grindin'

So that duffel full of money

Sleepless nights

Sleepless nights

Man the engine's always runnin'

Gas me up

Gas me up

Brodie say I'm up and coming

Champion

Champion

Bitch I'm feeling like I won it

Give me the ring

Like LeBron and Irving

Whip switch lanes

Fuckin' swerving

Every dollar made I fuckin' earn it

Cards dealt, I fuckin turn it

Back make fuckin' millions

All off the fuckin' brilliance

Look at this damn resilience

I just made a fuckin' killin'

Black on black to the Raf Simmons

I'm just lookin' like villain

Give a fuck about the bad feelings

Good life, yea we winnin'

Spazzin' like Ye

Are you finished?

Cooking that shit like a chemist

Ya'll too fake

Hit the dentist

Darth Maul

I'm the menace

Screaming fuck you

Wit' my middle finger higher than the empire state

Ya'll admire fake, I don't know why

Ask your bitch how my dick taste

Blow dry

Oh my

Didn't mean to cross your path

Give so much neck, She part giraffe

Me plus her

It's hardly math

It's a hardy smash

Sippin' Hennessy

We party fast

Off the fucking brown

Where Charlie at?

Jpaul, Oh my god he snapped

Napalm bomb up on the track

Stay calm

He just saying facts

Took your bitch

Do you need her back?

Down in Miami where the Heat is at

Mink coat on

Where Peta at?

It's the hunger games

I don't need to rap

I could just kill

I just don't feel

Anything you sayin'

I be just sprayin'

Put your hands up

Want me on a track

Put your bands up

Would the real Jpaul please stand up?

In the Saint Laurent pants

Get your brand up

In a real player stance

Bitch man up

In a fuckin state of mind that you can't touch

Yeah

Grindin'

So that duffel full of money

Sleepless nights

Sleepless nights

Man the engine's always runnin'

Gas me up

Gas me up

Brodie say I'm up and coming

Champion

Champion

Bitch I'm feeling like I won it

So much shit changed in the past year

Dropped school

Started wearing cashmere

Fuck you pay me like the cashier

I do go crazy in the Geller gear

Working tog get in the Rockefeller tier

Feelin' like that shit lookin' hella near

Fuck fake

Conquer every other fear

Must make

Every single other fear me

I don't give a fuck about A bitch

Only care about the fam

And makin' myself rich

I mean in the form of happiness

Feelin' myself

It's a fashion sense

Killin' my self

For the cash advance

Lookin' like prince in the flashy pants

Whoa

Feelin' like a god

But I'm mortal

Only human mixed with greatness

You stupid if you hate this

Laugh it up

Laugh it up

When I take your bitch

And we fuckin' in your bed

You be lookin' mad as fuck

Bro why?

I thought I told you this was gonna happen

When you started laughed

When I said that I was rappin'

Everything I do is real

Everything you do you actin'

But you ain't winning Oscars

Your ass is in a trash can

Oh my god