Yeah, I'm a grind mode activist
I said my palms itchin, won't get my slime in it
Yeah, yeah, I said the time's tickin
Won't get my slime in it, no
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind, look at the watch, the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
And I'm gon' shine like lights, cameras, action
I'm gon' stand for mine like Scarface in that f*ckin' mansion
We never fold, I'm on my own and I'ma keep on standing
The way it's feelin, feel like Drizzy, diamonds on me dancin
And we got 70 to spend, we take that for the win
I spend like 40 on the wrist and 30 on your bitch
You never had her in your grip, you never was her twist
I had to pass it to my man, he gave me my assist
In the kitchen, Chef Boyardee, the way this wrist whippin
You can't get what's cooked inside the pot if you ain't chip in
All jokes to the side, so when I speak, that mean you listen
Everything won't shine, just gotta appreciate what glisten
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind, look at the watch the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
In and out the motions, double cup, sippin' Henny potion
Greatest hustler motive, keep on floatin' I can't lose the focus
Designer drugs, make you pay the weed, man, with all type of love
Ain't hype for love, me and Cupid beefin' had to fight with cuz
It's day and night, thinkin' bout my whoadie, he ain't see the light
I love him like, he my mother's son and she had gave him life
The time is tickin, gotta hang in tight, but that shit get me hype
Let's get you right, time's changin, but I'm still your nigga, Mike
I'm feelin' like, Melo when the league, ain't try to take him in
How you bench me knowin' that you need me?
F*ck it, trade me then, tunnel vision
All I see is green, I gotta take it in
I hear you coach, It's no"I" in team but it's a"I" in win
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind
Look at the watch, the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
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Yeah, I'm a grind mode activist
I said my palms itchin, won't get my slime in it
Yeah, yeah, I said the time's tickin
Won't get my slime in it, no
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind, look at the watch, the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
And I'm gon' shine like lights, cameras, action
I'm gon' stand for mine like Scarface in that f*ckin' mansion
We never fold, I'm on my own and I'ma keep on standing
The way it's feelin, feel like Drizzy, diamonds on me dancin
And we got 70 to spend, we take that for the win
I spend like 40 on the wrist and 30 on your bitch
You never had her in your grip, you never was her twist
I had to pass it to my man, he gave me my assist
In the kitchen, Chef Boyardee, the way this wrist whippin
You can't get what's cooked inside the pot if you ain't chip in
All jokes to the side, so when I speak, that mean you listen
Everything won't shine, just gotta appreciate what glisten
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind, look at the watch the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
In and out the motions, double cup, sippin' Henny potion
Greatest hustler motive, keep on floatin' I can't lose the focus
Designer drugs, make you pay the weed, man, with all type of love
Ain't hype for love, me and Cupid beefin' had to fight with cuz
It's day and night, thinkin' bout my whoadie, he ain't see the light
I love him like, he my mother's son and she had gave him life
The time is tickin, gotta hang in tight, but that shit get me hype
Let's get you right, time's changin, but I'm still your nigga, Mike
I'm feelin' like, Melo when the league, ain't try to take him in
How you bench me knowin' that you need me?
F*ck it, trade me then, tunnel vision
All I see is green, I gotta take it in
I hear you coach, It's no"I" in team but it's a"I" in win
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind
Look at the watch, the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
I said my palms itchin, won't get my slime in it
Yeah, yeah, I said the time's tickin
Won't get my slime in it, no
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind, look at the watch, the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
And I'm gon' shine like lights, cameras, action
I'm gon' stand for mine like Scarface in that f*ckin' mansion
We never fold, I'm on my own and I'ma keep on standing
The way it's feelin, feel like Drizzy, diamonds on me dancin
And we got 70 to spend, we take that for the win
I spend like 40 on the wrist and 30 on your bitch
You never had her in your grip, you never was her twist
I had to pass it to my man, he gave me my assist
In the kitchen, Chef Boyardee, the way this wrist whippin
You can't get what's cooked inside the pot if you ain't chip in
All jokes to the side, so when I speak, that mean you listen
Everything won't shine, just gotta appreciate what glisten
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind, look at the watch the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
In and out the motions, double cup, sippin' Henny potion
Greatest hustler motive, keep on floatin' I can't lose the focus
Designer drugs, make you pay the weed, man, with all type of love
Ain't hype for love, me and Cupid beefin' had to fight with cuz
It's day and night, thinkin' bout my whoadie, he ain't see the light
I love him like, he my mother's son and she had gave him life
The time is tickin, gotta hang in tight, but that shit get me hype
Let's get you right, time's changin, but I'm still your nigga, Mike
I'm feelin' like, Melo when the league, ain't try to take him in
How you bench me knowin' that you need me?
F*ck it, trade me then, tunnel vision
All I see is green, I gotta take it in
I hear you coach, It's no"I" in team but it's a"I" in win
Palms itching, stuck up in the grind
Look at the watch, the time's tickin
Sticky situation, I can't get my slime in it
Came up out the dirt, but I still got my palms in it
They gon' count me out, but I still put my all in it
Writer: Michael Ramberan
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