k**a Kyleon - Grindin' lyrics

[Verse 1:] I've been grindin my whole life n***a, know what I'm talkin bout For d sh** I used to do I should be doin life n***a, know what I'm talkin bout Mix my purple wit my Sprite, n***a, know what I'm talkin bout Smokin dat kush got me out like a light n***a, know what I'm talkin bout Lookin for a bad b**h dat's s** esteed Know what I'm talkin bout It's hard to find a bad b**h I ain't already hit Know what I'm talkin bout Hit d galleria blew about ten stacks Know what I'm talkin bout Next day hit a lick an get it right back Know what I'm talkin bout Might catch me in dat fifth gettin f**ed up Know what I'm talkin bout If you see me in dat gatsby say “what's up?” Know what I'm talkin bout Fifteen year later guess who still trip Know what I'm talkin bout When they start acting fake guess who still real Know what I'm talkin bout I'm straight, you n***as is fake, you n***as is snakes I'm at d crib, it's out by d lake, make no mistake My life is great, I'm in good shape, might take yo mate We up in Houstons, we eatin steaks, we eatin steaks I'm gettin money, eatin good, sleepin good Came a long way, from d days in d hood, but I'm still hood In dat drop pier wid dat chopper, don't got room for too many partnaz Boys be lookin like dey wanna try me Ima have dem boys lookin like who shot you Don't play no games or mess wid lanes If you ain't bout yo change don't say my name Thugga still in d A shinin mayne Cause Thugga still in d H grindin mayne [Chorus:] I been hoggin all my life n***a, know what I'm talkin bout[x2] Knockin dese hoes you callin yo wife n***a Know what I'm talkin bout Certified G wid all a ma stripes, n***a Know what I'm talkin bout [Verse 2:] I been playin wit d ross since I took it up d freeway Send a n***a sh** way before I seen a Ebay In d hand wid it like a n***a in a relay You ain't get d message pay attention to d relay Put it on ma mama an ma old man TJ, believe me Playin wit dem s**az like a DJ b**h I been d man since d day I left d PJ, n***a! Know what I'm talkin bout Pocket full a bread like a whopper at a BK Fake a** rapper, don't believe d sh** dat he say EA sports a n***a really in d game He just comin, takin shke an it's spittin me jay I just met d brawd down the road name Phillipe Cop a hunid back an bring it back just like a replay Drop it in d bowl Ima microwave slay I'm a risk turner chicks I'm on d grind like TK Get in n***a, it's d planet a d apes Get banana clip I put a hunid on yo brain Sell a couple books run an f** it off quick Walk beside judge an spend a hunid on a chain Know what I'm talkin bout Take a n***a b**h Want yo own lady better put her up quick Best of both worlds, grayed hair good dick Do it like a book make a n***a hoe split Know what I'm talkin bout I'm d man, I'm d man Say d sh** again, God dammit I'm d man MVP God dammit I'm d reign, n***a! Know what I'm talkin bout Get rich quick mean money on demand Me being broke that is never in the plan You ain't talkin money n***a I don't understand Ha! What you talkin bout? I do dis sh** for fat pad, hyper rockin davies n***as ridin slayer but dey coulda bought Mercedes Some old school got made in d 80's Big wheels pokin got dem lookin at me crazy Halfway sleep, codeine got me lazy Swingin left to right when a n***a come down Got him dirty dancin like I dropped Patrick Swayze n***a, know what I'm talkin bout [Chorus] [Outro:] Hey!