Kevin Gates - I Grind, I Grind lyrics

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Kevin Gates - I Grind, I Grind lyrics

[INTRO] Yo Young Chris what's happening naggers SE ? you already know how we rocking n***a [HOOK] I grind I grind I grind all day This paper what I'm trying to chase All I want is money I can see the sh** from miles away I'm in my lane get out my way Grinding each and every day I gotta run a check up Imma keep on grinding till I'm straight I grind I grind I grind all day This paper what I'm trying to chase All I want is money I can see the sh** from miles away I'm in my lane get out my way Grinding each and every day I gotta run a check up Imma keep on grinding till I'm straight [VERSE 1: D.G.] Imma grind out till I feel I'm straight Cause I don't know no other way Stacking up my dinner plate f** n***as get out my way Swagger turned up to the max Pockets filled up with the rack And I keep the scrap For all you lame n***as who trying to check Money all I wanna see In and out these f**ing streets Money out the rats a** But I call it Chucky Cheese I seen the sh** from miles away Balling like the NBA I just twist the game up And threw it in the ashtray I just kicked a field goal Chris we bout that cash flow Getting money is all I know And that's just how the game go Hustle hard just for that cake Feel like Chris Rock I'm here to stay Yea - feel like Chris Rock I'm here to stay [Chorus] [VERSE 2: Kevin Gates] Grinding hard - couldn't get to sleep Not counting sheep - but I'm having dreams Powder whippin running out of chicken With a lot of whips while I'm counting figures This the game no counterfeitin In the paint don't count for slipping Pounds a midget if you down to get it We could meet in ? while I pound a pigeon Bell on a scale - dropped bread over there People at the hotel - swing round to get it Make sure the suite came equip with kitchens Bout yo business we could test the issues Pay my lil sister Kayla - she'll catch the dishes When the flipping I'm over Back to the crib with a fridge full of soda Wrist in the clench I could win me some over f**ing up the room smell the stench from the odor Making another two hundred bands then it's over Chick around the corner Fin to bend over Poke her slow and stroke her Last ? with game I'm in her brain And me nuh roped her Knuckles to the pavement Grind for paper - you so loco [Chorus]