My grind’s ’bout family, never been about fame
From days I wasn’t able, there was always ‘caine
Four and a half will get you in the game
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
I’m grindin’
@PUSHA_T
I move ‘caine like a cripple
Balance weight through the hood, kids call me Mr. Sniffles
Other hand on my nickel
Plated whistle, one eye closed I’ll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in, whichever palm I’m holdin’
One’ll leave you frozen, the other, noddin’ and dozin’
I’m grindin’ Jack
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