(hook)
I'm on the grind
Got cash to find
Got kicks to switch got whips to buy
But before the chips I'm stacking the rhymes
Load 'em up with bombs to blow your mind
I'm on the grind
Got cash to find
Got kicks to switch got whips to buy
But before the chips I'm stacking the rhymes
Load 'em up with bombs to blow your
(Verse 1)
Cracking the code but I'm not given clues
Plus doing the math, calculating the moves
As I'm counting days I make the days count too
I be alarmed by fame but I'm not hitting snooze
Forget the fame cause I'm here for the fortune
My vision is clear and ain't nothing distorting
Plan to stack cash till the currency shocking
I'm currently talking but we'll see who's boss whеn
I pull up in porches or custom Rolls Royces
Worth billion dollars to billionaire auctions
I know I'm living insidе an illusion
But it isn't dreaming if there's no delusion
So don't get confused and start calling me foolish
I'm just a dreamer like the other humans
Except I dream bigger than the average nigga
I'm aiming for seven instead of six figures
Figured to do so gotta be a threat
So I bomb on the page when I pull out the pen
And I'm not setting timers I'm setting 'em trends
And amplitudes for when I remove the durag
Most of y'all are known for pulling the cap
But that ain't an issue for me to adress
I don't need to fake it in order to make it
So please separate me from those who be faking
Young nigga working towards the goal
I'm swerving through obstacles like Ronaldo
I'm searching for some awards to bring back home
I'm searching for the praise that I am owed
Let it be know a whole load of gold
Some foreign whips and illest kicks
A bucket of ice which is applied
On the jewelry is the reason why
(hook)
I'm on the grind
Got cash to find
Got kicks to switch got whips to buy
But before the chips I'm stacking the rhymes
Load 'em up with bombs to blow your
I'm on the grind
Got cash to find
Got kicks to switch got whips to buy
But before the chips I'm stacking the rhymes
Load 'em up with bombs to blow your mind