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DeJ Loaf

Grinding

 

Grinding

(album: $ell Sole. - 2014)


[Hook:]
What you grinding for? Just tell me what you grinding for
What you grinding for? Just tell me what you grinding for
Who you grinding for? Just tell me who you grinding for
Who you grinding for? Just tell me who you grinding for
To get my people off the corner
Cause I see death there on the corner
I gotta make it, all or nothing
Turn that nothing into something

Ain't tryna to work no 9 to 5, I gotta hustle, bro
I had to quit that shit I had to get my hustle on
Now I'm charging for my features, niggas bugging though
They want a friend, they don't need to know my struggle though
I'm in the lab, I'm going ham, I feel untouchable
My people waiting, they like, "Dej when you gon' drop Sell Sole?"
They tryna knock me off my square but I can't fucking go
These niggas, they don't wanna help, they want the X and O's
I gotta get it how I live and ain't gon' sell myself
I might be too real for this shit is what I tell myself
I love this shit, I want it bad, what would you do for wealth?
A couple cars, a couple cribs all to yourself
Say what's your purpose, dawg, tell me what's your purpose, dawg?
Hidden agendas, niggas hoes, they be purping, dawg
They be so fucking fraud, I'm a fucking star
I'ma keep hustling, ain't gon' stop until we all ball

[Hook]

My name buzzing, that fame coming
I feel this music in my veins, cousin
I'm grinding for my mothafucking family
I wanna buy my mom a house in Beverly Hills
A million cash, would you kill for it?
I'm a million cash, my niggas, they gon' kill for me
Don't wanna see my momma crying 'bout no bill money
Fuck all this petty shit, let's get some real money
Nike Cortez', yeah they fresh up out the box
I ain't taking these off 'til it's a hundred in that box
I see death around the corner, woah, R.I.P. to Pac
I see the niggas who killed my daddy, it's gon' be a world war
Choppas singing at their throat, it's gon' be like, "Ooh la la"
I'ma keep on grinding until I'm on world tour
I can't let these niggas play me, gotta do it on my own
I'm responsible for making sure that all my people on

[Hook]

Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get my family off them corners
I've been grinding for so long, it's 'bout to pay off
I'ma make it, you can put that on my father
I'ma make a mil and spend it on my mama

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