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Sina K
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Grindin' My Whole Life (Haters Don't Know)
Look, I've been grindin' my whole life I've been tryna get it, I got it, then I lost my ticket, now I'm committed Tryna stay away for now, aight? I'm addicted as your convictions that will lower resistance
The whole town wore me committed, but my God gave me a quittin' So I ain't fuckin' 'round now when I say that I'ma get it True spittin', my mind gone, my roof missin' Experimented a little bit with drugs, but who didn't?
I'm the next up, the new shipment The time's gone, the clock's tickin' Whole crew ridin', shit I got like six Pippins Parent stars gon' be a lawyer, hit 'em with a Oliwer Twist, I think I'm Charles Dickens
All I ever wanted was a tour bus For four homies, and their four sluts All I ever wanted was an album cover With the people who said that I would never amount to nothing
All I ever wanted was a gold neck Shit, all I ever wanted was respect At fourteen, I fucked around with the Mac And ended up recording my first crack
At fifteen me and Nissay on Garage Band At sixteen when I bought my first Mic-stand At seventeen, I was workin' up in Belly Hand Washing dishes, writin' rhymes with my right hand
At eighteen, yo I started slippin' At nineteen, I was right back in it Now I'm so dope in that MP3-form Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My mixtape gon' have white-bags in it
I learned Macro-economics from big worm Don't test my emotions, don't play with my digits Don't fuck with my dreams or my nightmares you'll visit They state throwing shots, I just hit 'em with pivits
Got homies still hittin' the rock like a plement In 2009, I did not rock a flicted You watched Jersey Shore, I was sippin' on liquid Record in the basement, and road in the kitchen
I've told you, my whole life I've been on a mission Unless you got three eyes, you can't see my vision Until I can switch a Roley for this mixing You will never find me lovin' a vixen
Never find me with no hoe, never find me with no dough Just get up and get it and go No more than y'all need to know I'm the star out the show, and knew lessons some foe, oh
Look I'ma still be here when the smoke clear This is Meek Mill 'bite life', this is no fear Y'all been looking for the best rapper Keep skipping over my ass like a god damn leap year
Yeah, I'm the bomb wrapped in American Flags Shit, I'm the bible in a Leu bag Thankin' the Lord that I was made for this I'm sorry God, but I can't help, but brag
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