Grindin

Nae money to flex, gonna chat about me when they say who the fucks up next

Yeh who might of guess, am growing up stressed, need to get this shit of my fucking chest

Feeling that were never expressed, feeling that were never addressed, shit that id never suggest

That's why I look so fucking depressed just listen (yeh)

I'm seeing these signs cant think of the past, I don't wanna forget ma lines

Cant look back or I'm going see bad times, think of the future cause I'm in my prime

Look at news seeing all these crimes, chat about life it is fucked sometimes

And the rats run wild but you already know that you get those kinds, yeh

Feel like I'm judged with the way they look at me, feel to good when I see them booking me

Doing drill cause they aint gonna match me, staying chill cause I know they cant catch me

I want you here for the come up, I don't want a message when you see me fucking blow up