grind

Grind, always on the hustle. grind, now they seeing double. you know we grind, bubble up that muscle then we shine, lord b and grimm the reapa always on time, keep it tight like them phillies weed rolled up inside, lick it on the side, sparc the bic and get the light, yeah now we getting high. old-school, we schooled, and kept them on the side, new school dip they pockets now they taking that ride. fuck a grey goose shipping homies up the line, clank the drink with grey goose got my homies down to ride. fucking loving this shit, even when they try to lie, check the playlist above the a list lord b and reapas what you'll find. because we always on the grind, learn to love every rhyme. maybe as a guilty pleasure, pleased to be im much abliged, now ima pass it to lord b see what he thinks of hitting it tight. passed around a few times, now everyone get a piece of the pie. hope ya diggin this, know you ain't admitting this, on the tracks the tastey shit epitome, to be reckoned with. but until next time kids. just another hit. take another hit, hold it in til ya sit. just another hit. and another ine bitch, just how doing this always staying on top of this. act like you know what it is. and just grind.