Lyric Divine - Grindin' (prod. Genesis 7 Productions) Lyrics

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If you grindin my nigga put ya hands up
If you grindin my nigga put ya hands up
If you hustlinn my nigga put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up

I wake up to see the moon is tryna watch me
Im movin drinkin cigarettes and smokin coffee
Hopin stops neva always on the clock
Cheddar fed by my beretta, no settlin for the block, uh
You could say that I'm a hustla lately
Been grindin on the come up for a plush Mercedes
Rushin daily
I must prevail, over the legacy my family has written in jail
Ima work til my fist freeze, it's my choice
The mentalities a pistol surmounted to my voice
If reality is sober the dough is high
When you flow with the go you can roll the line
Niggas and ho's get to toastin, fa' sho you might
Gotta suppose that ya boy roast open mics
Ay, not a nan thing round here to hate
And I ain't tryna most popular you hear to date

But I'm grindin, around the clock
I'm like a 4-5 readily cocked, give me a shot
Cus I'm grindin. I manned the block
Give me my chips homie, hand the lot
You know your boy been grindin
Strivin with animal pride
Minds high on the cannibal chow
Tryna get a few thou, get on tour and get the interview now
The people hatin on the way I'm in the camera now, what

Ok Ima, literal criminal
Never reppin subliminal
Checkin the message, press and ejecting the best of visual
Check for the best, no minimal damage over my mandibles
Causing major division. Chowing cus I'm a cannibal
I gotta love the adrenal dealin I'm feelin
I'm takin another toke and unpeelin stealin the ceiling
My shift, is never ending
This music got me unstoppably poppin
"Papi has got me"
These little thots, is hollarin
Havin a thought about a thot became acquired
After seeing how these chickens been playin over the wire
And it ain't just girls, I ain't start with friends
Somehow after the first tour I got stalked by men
I got a hundred new cousins, even some chinese
Somebody claimed to be my brother, how did dun find me?
I ain't one to be famous, I can't act blameless
But now security stays cuffin the stainless

When I'm grindin, around the clock
I'm like a 4-5 readily cocked, give me a shot
Cus I'm grindin. I manned the block
Give me my chips homie, hand the lot
You know your boy been grindin
Strivin with animal pride
Minds high on the cannibal chow
Tryna get a few thou, get on tour and get the interview now
The people hatin on the way I'm in the camera now, what

It don't matter who you be
Don't act like you know me
Went from grindin in these streets
To ridin out on beats
And I ain't gonna take a break
Until I get my cheese
So any niggas wanna hate
Well homie you can come and suck on these (follow me)
Give it up to Gen, and you can blame it on the liquor
Use in moderation cus a lot will get it sicker
You may as well surrender, I'm rendering hella stick ups
Nigga dig up, I'm on my level reveling
Bicker all among yourselves, while I spread my wealth
Keeping the mind, I was empty handed by myself
Now I'm in the position to get us all up out of hell
Keep this music going on, while I push it by the bail

Cus I'm grindin, around the clock
I'm like a 4-5 readily cocked, give me a shot
Cus I'm grindin. I manned the block
Give me my chips homie, hand the lot
You know your boy been grindin
Strivin with animal pride
Minds high on the cannibal chow
Tryna get a few thou, get on tour and get the interview now
The people hatin on the way I'm in the camera now, what