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I'm grinding

By god, stop whining

And my grandmother dying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I got a big fear of flying

She's amazing im not lying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

On occasion, the place gets exciting and inviting

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

No guys, i woon't stop what i'm writing.developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Wale: i turn beef into mince meat

Bitches roll sweets as i lay back in the suite

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I can always go home and look down my street

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Me and my peeps often meet

Cause they right down the street

From the back seat, back seat

Nightmare on any street

Swear i will murk any beat