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insta page 
Kind of hard to say 
But you are insane
Nigga keep ur lane
Cause you might just fade
Bitch get this straight
I don't judge by rate
You can

bags
Tell 'em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts
Say I kill multiple games, AAU tournament stunts
Woo, I'm turning me up
Been lowkey

"Motherly Love” 
Lima Ft. Niza X

Prelude (By Hanifah George)
She’s the behind the scenes worker, underpaid in thank yous, 
Winning in spaces she’s

key
I gotta stay on my grind
Diamonds dancing
And i love how they shine (Shinin’)
I want the racks
So i tunneled my vision
If i pull the strap
Then that

on my grind like dental
Finna whistle and pop like a kettle 
This green only thing ease my mental
Cut debit and cut off to Cuba
My paper weight sink like

homie

All the way
No there ain't no brakes on me, homie
Let's go
I reminisce a little bit when I first started rapping

Didn't think nothing big would

when they
Don't know how to whip it (hahahaha)
The bud was way to big
I had grind it and piff it
(piff it, piff it) the bong was way to big
I layed it

it it's back to the grind now
In need of that Louis and Gucci
Them his and hers Mike Amiris
Just so when we in public together they knowing you're mine

make dem gyal feel ratted
I won't stop til I meet my grind, so stop wondering like alice


Sidung pon it, I sidung pon it
Ride pon the jockey and swing

hand man we ain't bout no joke
Lyrics on my mind cause my shit is on a grind so you better underline what the fuck you tryna go for.... In life nigga
If

on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose
Whips fly in the wind
Checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose
All my ex’s got

on earth or emotion disrupting my mind 
Life is too short don't look at the time 
'Cause every time we get a chance 
We stay on the grind get on the line

Speed Racing

Rich the Kid

Rich Forever 4

2018

I'ma go hit it two times and replace it
She was in the spot givin' top, need a facelift
Kd, on my grind like a skate trick
Tall nigga, but these bands

Surrounded by my kind
We grind to get out the basement
Straight with no chaser
Multiple rounds
Come back for the flavor
Like that, aye, aye, aye
Like that,

weller
Ima grind fo' eva, Ima shine fo' eva
One stop now, Ima get this money
My kids straight, daddy bringin em hunids
Ima gold getter, Ima gold getter

feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't

torture is usually a big supporter
Though there's nothing quite like killing
Good riddance to non supporters
We demonize the man on the corner
Paint him

cost when I'm talking
My diamonds big like a Forrest rock
Talking but I made it out my block
I want the smoke ain't talking no pop
I get Chinese with

you learned your lesson, you bitches don't got big cash
You bitches don't got a band, your cash app is giving dry
You bitches don't need to die, I know

the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no

big pills. My niggas ain't lame
I done took a lot of shit, and I can't even get a game
I remember my mama told me, boy, don't act stupid

Little nigga

been keepin’ it real, real
Why you tryna' hold me down? For real
I don't know what's the big deal; just keepin’ it real,
Don't care if it's ideal; I'm

still trap to feed
the grind while giving hope through patterned line/ Can't see the truth through
hopeless eye's so I take lead and share the shine/ I

Big Brodie gettin rich I ain’t saying who wit you snitch get dubed get flipped .  Play boy got my own lil got his first pair of Jordan’s he ain’t been