Grinder - Kevin Gates

Let the light hit on the ice

The chain keeps swinging

Love women with ass but they names keep changing

Move a lot of weight

My section ain’t safe

Definitely protective of any physical preference

Might forget to pray but get much respect up in heaven

Graw got a loud sound (Ugh)

Make them bow down

Blinded by the silver lining

In the brown cloud

You ain’t wylin

Okay you don’t bounce

You get blown blown

Tryna' frown like you won’t get found

Somewhere down town

By a killer in the inner city

And where you ride around

For a long time I been getting paper

I could never mind stepping on you haters

See I don’t know what you think but they feel I’m retawdid

Know it’s a name for it but I don’t know what to call it

For a long time I been getting paper

I got my money right, bitch get out the way

Because I’m a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

Being the subject of the repercussion

Where they blast rounds

You ain’t busting it ain’t no discussion

You can stand down

First I tell my home boy

Point me and his bitch out

Then I let my pants sag

Then I pull my dick out

Turn my phone off

Don’t want no phone calls

Too many women

They get sick me with them phone calls

It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

But my mind is on hustling

When I was dead broke

Weren’t nobody trying to fuck with me

Now I Dead Game

People try to get in touch with me

Now my dreads hang

I ain’t ringing in the city streets

You mad because your kids and your baby momma feeling me

For a long time I been getting paper

I could never stepping on you haters

My home boy tripping because he’s an alcoholic

Know it’s a name for it but I don’t know what to call it

Because I’m a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

For a long time I been getting paper

I could never stepping on you haters