On My Grind Lyrics

My battery Low

But am gonn quickly do this one

My name

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I've been on a grind

I've been put in work

Doing all the drills

My mind on that work

Now I'm on a farm

Soon I'm gon' eat

But I'm getting tired

When I'm gon' eat

Slamming all these bars

Causing so much heat

Chasing all this bread

I think i need speed

Life on the edge

I'm gon' need a bridge

Talk about the bread

Else don't talk to me

Money is not everything

But I'm gon' get a piece

Mind full of shit

Pocket full of bills

Heart full of love

World without peace

Knock on my door

Is it the dam police

Son of a gun

Nigga shot and miss

Life is a marketplace

We gon' buy and leave

Money is a book

We gon' surely read

Ass full of fat

And niggas stuck with sheets

Son of the street

We gon' get the mil

I'm talking about headshots, and we gon' get the kill

Head in the water

I'm breathing without gills

mind over matter

Burning Pepe-lee

And I've been tripping Getting my legs walk

I'm feeling like Poco-Lee

Hitting all this note hard

Talking about Do re me

Oh lord, mercy me,

Somebody rescue me

I'm getting in trouble because I'm just blowing trees

I'm a vegetarian, I love blowing trees

And that's how I got into trouble

Since I got into the trouble, I just try to smoke em up

Try to zero my mind, No worries up

Remember to love yourself

Worry less and pray more

Go out and live more

Enjoy little things around and about

Bring yourself home with a smile and a flower

Motivational scar

The silence is power

Loud gets you higher

Got attracted to a bartender

Whiskey! please me, it's brandy

She says something about visiting

I say MJ got me

A couple of puffs got me moonwalk

I can't stop putting muscle, my shoulder hurts

The money sound alarm and I'm waking up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't get it mood off

The type of sound i hear make my stress off

The music to my ear i just dey cool off

I no dey like nonsense

Yeah,

I just dey cool off

I've been on a grind

I've been put in work

Doing all the drills

My mind on that work

Now I'm on a farm

Soon I'm gon' eat

But I'm getting tired

When I'm gon' eat

Slamming all these bars

Causing so much heat

Chasing all this bread

I think i need speed

Life on the edge

I'm gon' need a bridge

Talk about the bread

Else don't talk to me

Money is not everything

But I'm gon' get a piece

Mind full of shit

Pocket full of bills

Heart full of love

World without peace

Knock on my door

Is it the dam police

Son of a gun

Nigga shot and miss

Yeah yeah yeah