Playground push ups
Preparation for combat
Sit still legs crossed
A free mind calms that
Hat Hittin
Pulled down protecting my thoughts
Can't beat the odds your whole life
Oddly enough you get caught
Net enough for a jet
Then lettin my pilot fly
Destination determined after we touch the sky.
Upscale abolitionist
Retail raccoon
Wash my paws before I eat with my troop of baboons.
I'm Proletariat
Pullin up in candy painted chariot
Cheerin for my charity in my moments of clarity
THERES a price spike
That depends on demand's severity
Accurately gage action with expert rarity
Expensive experience
Experimental sonic fruits
Walk in gifting my boo with Blahnik boots
It's sad
Sometimes I stand alone
Just booked a broad in Busboys tryin to charge her phone!
If the game don't come to you
You gotta find your zone
I wouldn't lie to you so don't lie to me Holmes
It's sad
Sometimes I stand alone
Just booked a broad in Busboys tryin to charge her phone!
If the game don't come to you
You gotta find your zone
Aww shit
Nigga right now I'm ON!
I'm like (John) Coltrane on Soul train
I'm before my time
Or Nolan Ryan on cocaine
Pitchin heat in '79
I had to sink an amateur
Who think he fresh
G T F O H W T B S
She got a haphazard mouth...
I got a rap record out...
I'm geeked
But that don't get her a pass
Ima keep it funky like shit in the grass
Aye Bruh Bruh
I'm one on point muhf*cka
I'm on foot in the forest
But I got uptown allegiance
Connected to my soil
About my Sackagewias
Ya gut's God
Don't overeat so you can feel him
My dude's gettin change from Chantilly to Chillum...
I'm makin changes
Fake friends force growth
You're with the shits or ya not
Not both!
I played in the street
But I didn't PLAY in the street
Don't play in the street before you look both ways
Remember those words
Patiently, Grandma would say
I've been to tough dudes' funerals
Don't act up
I got real cats commissary
So they can rack up
I got the address to the arsenal
Don't act up
In the scheme of things you're marginal
So nigga Back up
Grindstone - Expensive Freestyle Lyrics
Grindstone - Expensive Freestyle Lyrics
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Playground push ups
Preparation for combat
Sit still legs crossed
A free mind calms that
Hat Hittin
Pulled down protecting my thoughts
Can't beat the odds your whole life
Oddly enough you get caught
Net enough for a jet
Then lettin my pilot fly
Destination determined after we touch the sky.
Upscale abolitionist
Retail raccoon
Wash my paws before I eat with my troop of baboons.
I'm Proletariat
Pullin up in candy painted chariot
Cheerin for my charity in my moments of clarity
THERES a price spike
That depends on demand's severity
Accurately gage action with expert rarity
Expensive experience
Experimental sonic fruits
Walk in gifting my boo with Blahnik boots
It's sad
Sometimes I stand alone
Just booked a broad in Busboys tryin to charge her phone!
If the game don't come to you
You gotta find your zone
I wouldn't lie to you so don't lie to me Holmes
It's sad
Sometimes I stand alone
Just booked a broad in Busboys tryin to charge her phone!
If the game don't come to you
You gotta find your zone
Aww shit
Nigga right now I'm ON!
I'm like (John) Coltrane on Soul train
I'm before my time
Or Nolan Ryan on cocaine
Pitchin heat in '79
I had to sink an amateur
Who think he fresh
G T F O H W T B S
She got a haphazard mouth...
I got a rap record out...
I'm geeked
But that don't get her a pass
Ima keep it funky like shit in the grass
Aye Bruh Bruh
I'm one on point muhf*cka
I'm on foot in the forest
But I got uptown allegiance
Connected to my soil
About my Sackagewias
Ya gut's God
Don't overeat so you can feel him
My dude's gettin change from Chantilly to Chillum...
I'm makin changes
Fake friends force growth
You're with the shits or ya not
Not both!
I played in the street
But I didn't PLAY in the street
Don't play in the street before you look both ways
Remember those words
Patiently, Grandma would say
I've been to tough dudes' funerals
Don't act up
I got real cats commissary
So they can rack up
I got the address to the arsenal
Don't act up
In the scheme of things you're marginal
So nigga Back up
Preparation for combat
Sit still legs crossed
A free mind calms that
Hat Hittin
Pulled down protecting my thoughts
Can't beat the odds your whole life
Oddly enough you get caught
Net enough for a jet
Then lettin my pilot fly
Destination determined after we touch the sky.
Upscale abolitionist
Retail raccoon
Wash my paws before I eat with my troop of baboons.
I'm Proletariat
Pullin up in candy painted chariot
Cheerin for my charity in my moments of clarity
THERES a price spike
That depends on demand's severity
Accurately gage action with expert rarity
Expensive experience
Experimental sonic fruits
Walk in gifting my boo with Blahnik boots
It's sad
Sometimes I stand alone
Just booked a broad in Busboys tryin to charge her phone!
If the game don't come to you
You gotta find your zone
I wouldn't lie to you so don't lie to me Holmes
It's sad
Sometimes I stand alone
Just booked a broad in Busboys tryin to charge her phone!
If the game don't come to you
You gotta find your zone
Aww shit
Nigga right now I'm ON!
I'm like (John) Coltrane on Soul train
I'm before my time
Or Nolan Ryan on cocaine
Pitchin heat in '79
I had to sink an amateur
Who think he fresh
G T F O H W T B S
She got a haphazard mouth...
I got a rap record out...
I'm geeked
But that don't get her a pass
Ima keep it funky like shit in the grass
Aye Bruh Bruh
I'm one on point muhf*cka
I'm on foot in the forest
But I got uptown allegiance
Connected to my soil
About my Sackagewias
Ya gut's God
Don't overeat so you can feel him
My dude's gettin change from Chantilly to Chillum...
I'm makin changes
Fake friends force growth
You're with the shits or ya not
Not both!
I played in the street
But I didn't PLAY in the street
Don't play in the street before you look both ways
Remember those words
Patiently, Grandma would say
I've been to tough dudes' funerals
Don't act up
I got real cats commissary
So they can rack up
I got the address to the arsenal
Don't act up
In the scheme of things you're marginal
So nigga Back up
Writer: Darel Dawson
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