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Lil JD - On My Grind

I’m on my grind 
I’m on my grind 
I know they’re hating but I don’t pay no mind
they’re rather see me fail but a nigga gotta

Aye I think this the point in the mixtape where I got kick some deep shit 
I'm the greatest at kicking that deep shit you know 
And opinions are like

on my face
Seems I never learn Im just like a zombie
I go to church like Im Romney 
I need more peace like Gandhi

Where my cash at There it is

lame that niggas think skill is defined by who rap fast 
Y'all niggas it for the cash grab
And I even got a problem with that
Till
Y'all try to play king

Snakes in the grass feathers get plucked counting up cash do not interrupt 
Popping like tag thumb in her ass you know the saying play pussy get fucked
Go

plan to phone it
Straight passion, that's all of where my cash from
So please don't tempt me by pulling up with a fast one
Every one in the chamber like

light like a paper bag World coming straight for cash
Ya talk to much that light beam might get ya tagged
Shoot the fair one ya end up wit a tooth missing

Number one rule
There's a lot of haters...
Number two...
Lotta instigators...
Number three is the game where ya players
Get that
Flip that
Put

shoot that lil fadeaway
That three is always scoring, feel like MJ, oh no
And my ring is so nice like Frodo
Oh no, baby girl, oh no
Im smokin' shisha with

WOAH
We gone back in
I'm gone hop out
AYE
See I'm reloaded nigga
what you about
WOAH

I got some traind shooters in my gang
Lil bro gone let it flam
I

ghetto style, no Bentley

Shit I hit the brakes, stay out late
At your mom's crib chick, where my dick got ate
I'm like oh no, the bitch just blow
I'm

clear, I ain't pointing fingers to blame
See im working my ass of to make a fucking change
I'd rather show you by example then throw damn names
They don't

where you going
Step up to my spot
Yeah the love is showing, easy flowing
Ace the God
No one swinging at the heat she throwing
Look how she pop
Yeah she

a life 
So I'm guessing he gotta serve em

Look
Lil nigga
Fifth-teen, he out there moving, berving
They done killed his big brother
So you know he out

Create the wave I gave em life oh this creation get it Right
Where you creature made a spite lil red room develop low light
Can you get the picture to cast

pimpin'
Fo' insuran' I don't play that, I'm filled wit' begets
Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at
I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley

find me an artist
He's trying to stunt, oh, you got a Beamer, where the hell you finding parking? (Skrt, skrt)
Dealing dope shit like Novartis
This

the only way

Gotta lil bit cash, I spent it all 
It was all of my last 

I ain't got no help, I did it all
I was all by myself 

Tryna keep you outta

Woah woah woah woah woah
Turn me up a lil
Ayyy that sounds nice in the middle
Woooo YSN Remi ay Young Sauce Nation ay Grinding so hard i've got

on my Pigeon Boy Shit
Yeah that Pigeon Boy Shit
Where he at, oh he perched up
It’s Friday so he turnt up
Fly nigga, and he slick tho
But he ain’t tryna'

a fade from a trigger
Now the clown of the class got some duffles of cash he a famous lil n****
And I don’t need time to relax my body adapt
Should've

then I dip
I ain’t got the time but lil shorty Be thick
I cannot leave the house without My stick
Dark the kid everywhere I got The drip
Imma need

By my lone at the top 

I'm counting this cash real fast making that shit look like some magic
Draco Ruger FN double cross me it might get tragic

Man I don't know what the fuck you just said lil kid 
But you special man 
You reached out and you touched a brotha heart 
Ima give you some