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letra de on the grind - jb youngin

[chorus]
uh, i keep chasing paper, only money on my mind
and i can’t stop it for a btch i be keeping to the grind
tell me that she love me only her feelings ain’t aligned
she said it was a choice but was it hers or was it mine?
i keep me a pistol ‘cause if these nghs waste my time
if you diss the gang couple slugs go hit your side
blood leaking out, he on the curb, nghs die
nghs think they funny now, watch how they silent when we slide

[verse 1]
dummy round, bullets do no damage ‘cause he miss
keep a gun a round, if they catch you they go snitch
they be taking pills but they can’t buy a pot to p-ss
quote from nle, drop an opp before you diss
they keep riding up percs and lean up in they cup
they go pressure you cause they ain’t never gave a fck
broken dirty boys, they don’t care they toting guns
if police come around they got waistbands so they tuck
just go mind your business all this money don’t concern you
so if they see you ballin ain’t no way that we can warn you
someone need to solve their problems so that’s who they go turn to
i did some wrong things so now she keep ignoring me
turn my back she think its funny so she annoying me
i called it quits. they don’t believe it, they ain’t mourning me
they say i cause too much drama, that i’m the problem
i know it’s true but can’t you see im tryna solve ‘em
i just make it worse, guess i’m too bad so im a goblin
but we tight as dreads, nghs know we never cross ‘em
i got robbed. she took my heart and left me with a hole inside my chest
he a sn0b, i hunt him down then let my vultures do the rest
say h-llo to god cause we spray him down like he a pest
never watch cause we go find you then you never sleep again
i ain’t joking but we ain’t criminals we just tryna stay alive
no need for trust back against the wall, i’m trying to survive
boasting said he made it but he on the streets so thats a lie
[pre-chorus]
thats a lie
thats a lie boy
thats a lie
thats a lie boy

[chorus]
uh, i keep chasing paper, only money on my mind
and i can’t stop it for a btch i be keeping to the grind
tell me that she love me only her feelings ain’t aligned
she said it was a choice but was it hers or was it mine?
i keep me a pistol ‘cause if these nghs waste my time
if you diss the gang couple slugs go hit your side
blood leaking out, he on the curb, he go die
nghs think they funny now, watch how they silent when we slide

[outro]
ha b-tch
gang gang

- jb youngin

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