Grind It Out (feat. Chris Grindz, Trip Mo and Boar)

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Ace Toth

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Grind it out like Keefer, separate the 
THC from your reefer, that chica is a keeper
I know the grass is greener, but she still carcinogenic 
And you need to leave her like bye Felicia

Cheow, ye ain't need no heroin, don't let her in
Go get it in Adrenaline without no damn permission slip, your 
Mission is to grind and get that session in and finish it, when 
Life's a ****, sex change her into a gentleman

Go Daddy, show Pappy, shoot slow mo for your Grammy, go 
Manage right for bragging rights and not for no punani, your 
Body is your temple, don't go Fubar like Jumanji, or get 
Randy for that nose candy some think can make 'em happy

Go grinding, get some classic Clips, nose 
Sliding, like Chad Muska hits
Providing your fix, so you can stay away from that ****, the 
Only chemical you need is what puts you at risk

Well I Grind it out for the cheese, No grater 
Still got the clips full of steez for the skaters 
Gave so many plays on board where's my thank you?
Use to fire L's Up with Trip Mo in Sanc Shu

Can't stop me I'm on my Chaz Jones Break bones 
Like a **** wipe out. My route overflow with 
Greatness there ain't no drought boy it's so much **** you don't 
Know bout but the levee bout break I can't hold out 

I got the grip tape paper stuck to my hands 
And **** mad at me cause I stuck to the plans
Rolling through the concrete jungle hitting a nollie kickflip 
If this **** kick you a probably flip too **** 

My skateboard exclusive you probably got a 
premade complete with the lines I put together how can 
They all compete find me out in da street these ****
Skateboards to me cause they gone meet da feet

Little toilet paper talking big **** with my right
Forward like a kickflip, get my **** sucked and switch
Lips to a **** who ain't never dropped acid
But I bet to God that she love some Trip

Your GPS broke, you don't move how I move, different toilets
You don't do how I do, like 5-7-5
That's a hot haiku, went to Shang Hai for lunch and
I was back by noon, next year you won't be able to

Do the **** I did, I listen better might have to tape
Open your eyelids, bars like whereas you get your
Cars, where'd you find this? 'Gars filled with premium
Skunk smoke until I'm deemed your mother f****** highness

Don't **** with my flow then smooch me on the hiney
Hard to see them frontin' ****, cause they all behind me
No watch but I guess I got perfect timing
Imaginary bezzle still blinding, come and find me

Boar knows ****, but now Boar
Skates, so Boar don't pimp no more
But **** are still useful, of course
Rides to the store, maybe some ****, some chores

A **** is a **** of course, unless you ain't know
In that case, she ain't yours, and
If she ain't yours, you'll find it out
Don't file for divorce, just grind it out

Cause while you're out, she's Boar's
And after I've tired her out, she's yours
Look, don't be wilding out on my account just because I got more
This Boar, and you, just bore

And she wants to be Ford explored
Not by some Trans Am that blows off no doors
Who's mans is this? Oh Lord
This is no damn am tour, this Boar

I thought you knew

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