On The Grind

I'm out of sight I'm on the grind If they hit the lights I'm still gone shine You see us arrive you like them rides Tonight I'm chilling in the back who wanna drive My wrist is flooded to the crack come take a dive Yea we in here baking but it ain't pies No way they mistake me for them guys ya tried But the real will prevail I'm living life in the booth If I'm honest to you if I didn't I'd be dead or in jail She get one night maybe two 'cause I know how she do Get the loot then she kissing and tell I use to trap back in school And I wasn't in band but a nigga was playing with bells My last name ain't Beckham but I make a play like Odell Exclusive I rock one of one you cant find on the shelf Did this myself man I'm so hot I just might make her melt Yea yea I make her yelp Flo match the swag and the bag match the belt Yea a hope it ain't a crime I spent 30 on my wrist but told her I ain't got time I'm out of sight im on the grind If they hit the lights im still gone shone You see us arrive you like them rides Tonight i'm chilling in the back who wanna drive