[Verse 1: X]

Years past and still the younging at it
Sky falling, catch it all, open handed
Life's a bitch and I told her she need to play her part
The games rigged so it's back to basics like restart
Underground where the bars are forged in steel, where fiends be stealing, kids be doin the killings, where
Dope, drank, dro, and pills be stored in the kitchen cabinet
Right behind famo gripping that magnum
Since rap erbody want in
Wonder what it be like if I chose to never jumped in
The world want a piece but won't give up an inch
That's why I'm bout my green, like the fuckin grinch
Thizzin' off the stench, my shooters off the bench
Hanging with the team, call me willie Lynch
All I know is grind til' I'm filthy rich
All I know is grind til' I'm fucking rich


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I want money, cars, clothes, thots
Drugs, planes, yachts
I want money, cars, clothes, thots
Drugs, planes, yachts
So I hustle
So I hustle
[Verse 2: X]

Naw, I can't sit and chill
Times so endangered, not much to kill
Styrafoam dreams, can't afford to spill
Money money money mo money for real
Grinding all my life, what else is new
Say I'm in it for the wrong reasons, but where was you
Want me on your path, that path don't lead to mills
Want me on your side, a side I don't feel
It takes years for some to show they colors
And I ain't speaking on flags, that's word to my mother
Kain slew Abel I can't trust you bro'
One deep til' I'm 6ft makin grass grow
Shawty in my ear, she stay stroking my ego
I know she'd up and ghost on me quickly for them c notes
So all I know is grind until I'm filthy rich
All I know is grind until I'm fucking rich!

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