On My Grind lyrics

[Intro: J Neat]
I got diamonds on my neck, on my neck

[Chorus: J Neat]
On my grind I can't sleep, we gon' win for my team
All these pointers on my neck, b*tch, I ball like the league
We get TT, we get TT, do the gang she such a freak
With all these diamonds on my neck got her wetter than the sea
I got n*ggas doing years, they ain't doing weeks
So all this cake that I been getting, man, I ain't gotta serve no fiends, yeah
All my opps be plotting but they moving like the neat and
All this pain you feel me, pop them pеrcs up on my demons

[Verse 1: J Neat]
f*ck spinning, keep on spinning, uh, just like Wheel of Fortune
I been gеtting money so these b*tches get annoying
I can't call you, I can't text you, baby girl I'm getting Bordens
Dior with Givenchy YSL I look foreign

[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]
Bad lil' b*tch she foreign
When it rain it storming
Got n*ggas waiting on release dates just like Jordans
Tote the Taurus, touring
Killers with me I'm out performing
Can't save the b*tch like storage
Gotta watch out for informants
Diamonds they hitting she can't ignore it
We got money and power it ain't no shortage
These n*ggas they wait, they taking up space
I with Baby K he got baby dra'
We getting paid at the end of the day
Cartier frames and yeah I see the shade
[?] I was sitting in days
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[Verse 3: J Neat]
We give him a headshot, get that n*gga out the way and
I feel like a coach 'cause everyday I'm making plays, yeah
I been on my grind, I'm getting paid like every season
Yeah she say she love me, could you tell me what's the meaning?
I feel like I'm Meek 'cause I been chasing all my dreams
And I remember days when I was sleeping with the fiends
I can't trust a soul I keep a 30 in my neen
I came for the bag, f*ck up the show and then I leave
I just keep running up these racks and then repeat
My shooter he gon' shoot, uh, I don't need to speak
I been on my grind, tell the feds free my team
f*ck the opps let's cross the street
We still cooking up the beef
I feel like I'm Rico, walk up on 'em then I swish 'em
I feel like I'm 2X, everyday I'm in the trenches
John Wick on your block he have you running; jumping fences
Free little cronem locked down up in detention

[Chorus: J Neat]
On my grind I can't sleep, we gon' win for my team
All these pointers on my neck, b*tch, I ball like the league
We get TT, we get TT, do the gang she such a freak
With all these diamonds on my neck got her wetter than the sea
I got n*ggas doing years, they ain't doing weeks
So all this cake that I been getting, man, I ain't gotta serve no fiends, yeah
All my opps be plotting but they moving like the neat and
All this pain you feel me, pop them percs up on my demons