[Intro] I be- ah, one second, sorry. Sorry! I've got to take this, one second Yo. Yo, oh yeah, I'm in the studio man, I can't talk right now Brother, listen, I'mma get in my car very quickly I don't have my headset. Alright... one second, one second
[Verse 1] See man driving a German whip See boy dem, I don't turn and dip I see their face get firm and stiff Looking at me like I'm burning spliffs I'm earning chips, so legit If anything, I drive slow and shit So slow, they think he's got to be need, nah I just never spent what I spent on this car Not to be seen, people never thought that I could make a poem a song But I've been figuring it out as I'm going along And I'm young, most of my man dem are older She said she could tell Cause I don't carry myself like I'm younger I was like "age ain't nothing but a number, trust" My rage ain't nothing but my hunger That's why I said sorry, I went ghost this year I had to make sure the coast was clear Writing plans while the lads argue about things I'm not even supposed to hear Then they start to argue about me Say "the world ain't ready for my little brother G" "G's up there with the stars and the moon Why they only giving him 8 bars on a tune?" And all of my people said it the same If I did 16, I would've deaded the game So last night, I ran it past God And God said "no, that was never the aim" To grind or die takes leadership I ain't out here on no ego tip This music ting is a mood to me We don't slip or ego trip
[Hook] Fam, I've been on the grind like all day, all night More time, I don't wanna sleep I've been on the, I've been on the grind like all day, all night More time, I don't wanna sleep I've been on the, I've been on the grind like all day, all night More time, I don't wanna sleep Pass through, kiss mummy on the cheek Tell her I'll be back in a week
[Verse 2] I remind myself at the start of the morning It's all business so my heart isn't warming I'm gonna go hard with the touring Cause apart from performing, being an artist is boring You came in with a heart for this war ting Dem lot wanna go hard with the talking About what though? Marking your ting If I ever see you [?] progress, yo My temper might start to get shorter Cause I play my part, it's important But understand, darg, it's a war ting You better let my people go I'm tryna get my legal dough If you come for the [?], we all know I'm the one with that lethal blow, so Learn how to market your tune But fuck fame, target fortune Otherwise it's a waiting game And they put you in the box like David Blaine These times I've been on the grind, fam I've got my plan, I'm not a sideman I'm tryna be like T on the strip, likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
