DESCRIPTION:
Straight off the iPad. No studio equipment.

Lyrics:

I ain't made it yet.
I'm grinding tho.

Cut that check ho!

And make that shit out to
Alvin Andrew Bradshaw II
I'm taking my throne, my crown
And then I'm ruling these peasants
Can't see that I'm stacking my bread
Nigga, I'm whipping this cheddar
My dash is wood, my steering wheel too
My seats are leather
Talk is cheap, I'm aiming for millions
So what are you saying
Put up or shut up, my nigga
You either delaying or paying
This lyrical, ratchet shit I'm spitting
Will make me a killing
My bars are gold, my hooks are platinum
Nigga, I'm winning!
I stick to the code, my game is tight
I'm bagging these dimes
You niggas is tricking and simping
My bitches stay on they grind
You can tell from the front, the side, the back
That booty rotund
You deserve rounds young lady,
Lets keep it one thousand and one
Them titties so pretty, the way that they sit
You would swear they was fake
These other hos droopy
To get get what you got
They break the whole bank
Her face a 9, her body a 10
She play her position
I cook up this audio dope
When I'm done she clean up the kitchen
The way that I'm whipping these rhymes
I got 'em all feining for more
The way that I'm slanging this D
These bitches swear I'm a whore
Rubbers on deck for randoms
Only go raw with the main
You niggas is knocking up strippers
Don't even know the ho name
The struggle is real, the come-up is real
I'm playing to win
I'm grinding and shinning out here
For the haters it's looking real dim
I'm rolling the dice, I'm going all in
My winning is fated
The day when I'm standing on millions
Can't wait to say "Nigga, we made it!"

I ain't made it yet
I'm grinding tho

Only pick up the phone for money and pussy
And money come first
So when money and pussy is red
My nigga, that shit is the worst
Slow down for what?
You only live once & life is short
Trying to get what I can while the getting is good
Nigga, fuck what you thought
I'm back on the mound
When niggas was saying I fell off for good
Now I'm pitching these bars like Chapman
Nigga, I wish that you would
My endurance is tough
My skills are supreme, I'm second to none
To run laps around me, my nigga
You're gonna need a new lung
The ones who hated and turned their back
Are salty they slept
This Infinite Kool gon get us all paid
Nigga, I'm blessed
Everyday I step out, I'm dressed in all black
Like I'm paying respects
The death of that weak shit is here
I'm the reaper, I came to collect





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