Grinding (feat. No Fatigue)

My team keep on grinding we not stopping till we got a mill Starving for the longest and I’m hungry so I gotta kill KY stop that talking them dudes crazy boy u gotta chill Not a problem I ain’t worried niggas talkin not for real Running to the goals that I’m chasing like a soccer field I’m gone make it gotta keep my patience like I’m doctor Phil Now you see me now you don’t call a nigga Copperfield If we started bussin’ back I wonder how a cop’ll feel Niggas no more playing bitch I’m coming this is not a drill Hoes can’t keep my focus or attention but a comma will But when she lemme poke her face we bumping Lady Gaga still Tried my shoes but he seeing it’s a lot to fill Tryna get my fans up Then I get my bands up If they still shooting why the fuck I got my hands up 1 2 Mic check He can’t even fight back Talking out my ass but I ain’t lose my life yet Snakes up in my yard no more talking had to mow ‘em down Niggas got they hands out thinking that I owe ‘em now Demons gone keep coming they too close I gotta slow ‘em down Ain't talking bout the game starting when I say I’m loading rounds Trained to kill niggas crazy fucking with a soldier now Neighbors called 12 heard her screaming got her moaning loud It’s gone be a movie come with clips if he showing out Send a message then we gone Autobots we rolling out We gone split his wig like we knocking off his toupee Steady getting buckets bitch we shooting like it’s 2k I want this shit now boy I’m coming for it today Lay ‘em next to his homie they looking like they roommates Feeling like Drake cuz I’m sorry but it’s too late I just keep on eating cuz I’m hungry I need two plates If he say I’m ducking like I’m Donald then that news fake Sleep a nigga early like tomorrow was a school day If we losing ammo we gone change it like a pit stop Cooking inna lab and I’m blowing cuz my shit hot Plus I’m gone keep working on my craft till it’s tip top You just gone keep making niggas laugh up on Tik Tok For the fam we sliding on his ass like a flip flop We jumping up and down for that cash call it hip hop When I’m onna track it’s a wrap like a gift shop No more waiting time is ticking fast like a wrist watch I keep getting better I’m upgrading like an old phone Naw lil mama I don’t want you put yo clothes on Incredible and a nigga cold like he Frozone He say he the goat niggas lying like they nose long Think he something different how he snapping onna whole song Make a nigga freeze get the cream like we Coldstone Can’t nobody catch ‘em boy I’m hot like the stove on You niggas ain’t shit you the bulls with D Rose gone They wanna be yo friends when you stacking up them pesos Shit he want me dead yea aight if he say so Boy I’m bout my grind onnat bread like I’m mayo And if he cross the line I’m on his head like a halo Money on my mind feel like Lil Wayne She get rude and disappear oou Lil Zane Put him on a shirt or onna news he get a lil fame Bitch all on my dick I just want head you can keep the frame Ain’t want me then but want me now see how things change Super drippy on them bitches left me in the rain All white ice on me think the winter came Fuck his bitch she came twice said he is a lame Heard that he got hit up with that Draco never was the same All up in his back like batteries energy is drained Pop up on a nigga no shop and a G in change I come from the struggle all muscle I ain’t feel the pain Ever since my lil bro died I ain’t feel the same I be swervin’ hard up in the whip look how I enter lane Bad bitch top me while I drive keep me entertained I’m up one buzzer beater watch me end the game Hate when I hop on tracks cuz I murder ‘em like what’s that about You know I got this shit in the bag like my cap and gown You know like a center I’m with it bitch I ain’t backing down Ain’t no time for boxing lil nigga cuz I’m Pacquiao You can say I’m benching with this pistol cuz I'm maxing out Wave that bitch like halo get a halo if he acting out Might just sub my bro in for the mission he ain’t tapping out Pole over his face just like a brim look who be capping now I’m the one that’s fucking on yo bitch that you keep asking bout In different positions no collision we be crashing out She see I got racks on racks on racks and I ain’t cashing out Hot nigga feel like Bobby Shmurda but not passing out Tigue