Walk through the room
Witch gimme my broom
I'm flying so high
Might be my doom
This whiskey exquisite
And shall be consumed
The walls become shifty
I hope that they miss me
Deuces, I'm peacing out soon
With no moral compass
Still bet that they love us
Ah, bet they still love us
Intoxicated, overrated, medicated
Hope that he don't get motivated
Flip the script on the bitch
Made it mean in the sitch
Yea, ya boy on a roll
See him lean in the whip
Banksy on the rhyme, see the picture baby
Pen to paper fine, she my only lady
Ain't about why, been about time
Not about to Kill My Grind
My Grind, My Grind
Not about to Kill My Grind
My Grind, My Grind
And you not about to Kill My Grind
Yo, I'm done
I ain't got no fucks left to give
Yea I see her cry
I got demons that I miss
Now, made some moves, seemed so smooth
Ain't that hard when you do what you do
I'll be the one straight acting a fool
But ya boy so rude, but he seems in tune
Underrated, semi-faded, listen baby
Giving me the thank you, next lately
So I be like fuck you, bye, see I ain't that guy
Go pick another puppet maybe
That what you want?
That what you want?
Give you this dick, while you bite on my arm
Ain't about why, been about time
Not about to Kill My Grind
My Grind, My Grind
Not about to Kill My Grind
My Grind, My Grind
And you not about to Kill My Grind
My Grind, My Grind
Not about to Kill My Grind
My Grind, My Grind
And you not about to Kill My Grind
Don't do no more crazy shit
No more crazy shit
Bouncer had enough of it
Finna call it quits
I can't promise, might be a goner
Wreckage in the place and the smell of marijuana
But I'm gonna, do what I wanna
Leave this world right now, it'll be my honor
My Horror
This world right now, my horror
It would be my honor, my horror
Leave world right now
Without no honor, it'd be my
Don't do no more crazy shit
Be my honor, my
Horror
It'd be my
