4sideheem - Busy Grinding

Young nigga focused on the mfn come up
Young nigga trying up my mfn numbers
She just want to fuck with a nigga for the summer
I ain’t got time chasing money with my brothers
Cranking hella cards got to chill for my mother
Got to find a way to get food for the supper
She don’t understand that her son trying to come up
Mama it’s a plan that I got and I ain’t bothered
Ima be the man by the end of the summer
Shawty want my hand but I’m scared of corona
She always li to me like the tip on coronas
I ain’t never care in the stu off the doja
She called me on the phone so you know I ignored it
When I’m in my zone interrupting get you boarded
On any of my songs I can promise you I wrote it
Always want to cuddle with me swear that shit annoying because
I told you I was grinding
You told me never mind it I told you get to hiking
Because you was acting trifling
One day I’m going be shining and you going want assignments
But you not even my chick
You always playing mind tricks I think that you a psychic
For Christmas give me my shit
Because if you won’t respect it then ima change my line then
Girl I want to know why do you keep talking
And I want to know why you ain’t been walking
With me on the sidewalk no chalking
And why you always want to go through my phone
Always on my line when I grind straight stalking
Shawty insecure because she always calling
When I’m in Cleveland I say she always holling
That’s the main reason I left her alone
Because I got to get me some business
I ain’t even trying to link with no bitches
I been really on the road to the riches
I ain’t even scared of speed bumps
And the reruns that I saw as a infant
Kind of true when you look back at them bitches
Anywho I ain’t text back in a minute
Got to get to the paper
I’ll see you later oh
I told you I was grinding
You told me never mind it I told you get to hiking
Because you was acting trifling
One day I’m going be shining and you going want assignments
But you not even my chick
You always playing mind tricks I think that you a psychic
For Christmas give me my shit
Because if you won’t respect it then ima change my line then

Written by:
Jonathan Bell

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