GRIND (Radio Edit)

We talking cash ima Listen That bag gotta get Was broke had fix it We changed up the vision It Cost to be boss You can't trip bout the Limit Lord I do my best Just forgive the way I'm Living We talking cash ima Listen That bag gotta get Was broke had fix it We changed up the vision It Cost to be boss And You can't trip bout the Limit Lord I do my best Just forgive the way I'm Sinning Sick and tired Mama Sick and tired I've been grinding Tryna shine But all this shit up on my Mind All this money on my line Know that sleep is for the Broke I'm just outchea tryna get It Talking any way it go Use to wanna ball Now I'm shooting just Score We up like a late night Stacking up that dough You play with brothers Then we posted at your Door Like addy Know I'm focus Scheming Puffin on some dro Got the green like cilantro Hit the gas like nitro Throw that ass in a spiral Then it's murder all she Wrote Selling coast to coast And you know we do the Most It's a party every night Then we always out of Sight Out of mind I'm Always on my grind I'm bagging up these Dimes My dead homies on my Mind Free real my niggas in the pen Forever going in Cutting off loose ends This real life No pretend Standing on all 10 We talking cash ima Listen That bag gotta get Was broke had fix it We changed up the vision It Cost to be boss You can't trip bout the Limit Lord I do my best Just forgive the way I'm Living We talking cash ima Listen That bag gotta get Was broke had fix it We changed up the vision It Cost to be boss You can't trip bout the Limit Lord I do my best Just forgive the way I'm Sinning