Cole.B - Grindin'

I been grinding hard, I don't know what the difference is
They always question me like why you act suspicious
I'm just tryna get the paper, fuck all these bitches that hatin
I ain't really with the fake shit independent imma make it

I ain't really bout that fake shit
Never gonna name drop nope keep it nameless
Keep me out yo mouth if you start hatin
Pull up on yo crib where you be hangin

This shit is my passion don't hate on me bitch
I've been grindin hard ion really wanna miss
Like Shaq at the free throw line it's a diss
I'm winning this race I'm finna be rich

Rags to riches ya I fuckin get it
I've been in the mud and now I'm fuckin winnin
Imma keep it goin get it for my children
I ain't got none yet but I plan to get it

The world in the palm of my hands
I grind hard do it for my fans
Ya I'm the man gettin all these bands
Your lazy ass watchin from the stands ya ya

You ain't been doin nothin
You just sitting round watchin me just stuntin
Imma pull up on ya get to fuckin bustin
Imma let it blow I leave ya wit concussion ya ya

Imma keep goin slide to top no we ain't gonna fold
Fuck that shit I ain't foldin under pressure ima get it for my brothers ima get it for the bro's
I ain't never gonna stop oh fuck shit no
Keep it goin baby
Imma keep it going maybe Spend a couple racks on a nice fit ya get the drip ya I might Just steal yo bitch she sick in my dick, in the new whip, in the hellcat ride with the stick Got 100 round inside this clip ya ya ya ya

Cuz I been grinding hard, I don't know what the difference is
They always question me like why you act suspicious
I'm just tryna get the paper, fuck all these bitches that hatin
I ain't really with the fake shit independent imma make it

Ya I don't really know what I'm doin
Fuck this shit I'm really going through it
I've had enough of your bullshit now
I don't really give a fuck how you feelin right now

Keep a glizzy on me yeah I keep that shit tucked
Pussy ass bitch no you ain't pullin up
Spray a hunnid rounds better duck
Chase after me you will never catch up

Thot on my line she hittin my phone
I told her it's over no time for a hoe
I don't need to see you I got no exception
Kicked her out the door hope she learned her lesson

Ya I don't need nobody
I've been lonesome for a while now
I like it that way
I don't need nobody
Fake ass hoes been wildin out
Unload the clip let it spray

519 the place that I'm reppin
Flow so hot like a lethal weapon
Straight to dome I'm fuckin yo mental
Drivin the Bentley it ain't no rental

Ain't sipping syrup no poppin pills
But I need something just to numb the feels
That's why I'm grindin just eat my meals
Cuz this rap shit finna pay my bills
Ya ya ya

Cuz I been grinding hard, I don't know what the difference is
They always question me like why you act suspicious
I'm just tryna get the paper, fuck all these bitches that hatin
I ain't really with the fake shit independent imma make it

I run to the bag like ready set go
Get it with my team share with the bro's
I'm forever grindin to payback the folks
I need to get It got some high hopes
Ya ya

I keep my head high
Pray to god I look up to the sky
Forever grindin till the day that I die
They say it's big cap but I do not lie
Ya ya

Keep my circle small
Rock wit a couple that's on my team
Don't trust know one else know what I mean
I need to win it you can call me a feign

I knew from the start I was gonna be something
Teachers saying I ain't gonna be nothin
Fuck school it's to past time
Late night at home working on my grind

It's my time to shine I'm winnin
This legacy that I started building
Fuck anybody that's been hatin
Told my family that I'm really wit it
Ya ya

Written by:
Cole Brubacher

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