Jeremiah Watts - GRIND Lyrics

I came a long way, tryna get paid
Now I got a bigger purpose
These verses confirmation
I know the wait gon be worth it
Reminiscing on Niggaz hustling
Got the game on lock
I'm never fumbling
Starvin in the game ,
My stomach is grumbling

I'm comin in peace, shook hands with enemies
These felonies making these niggaz go crazy
Young prodigy causing havoc
But No Mobb deep
I can't sleep, Uncle Sam tryin to catch me
These hos will go down low
But I gotta stay cold, in case they try to play me
Can't you see, it's that time, my grind will never stop
We got the drop on the opp, his top is now at his bottom
Vision bothered by Coppers,
It feels wrong, but I'm used to it
Cock my shit back, unload these fire ass raps
Makin niggaz scratch they whole discography
You ain't sweatin me, you could never be next to me
You gon crash, tryin to swerve in the same lane as me