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, bitch, 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 niggas 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] Fuck spinning, keep on spinning, uh, just like Wheel of Fortune I been gеtting money so these bitches 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' bitch she foreign When it rain it storming Got niggas waiting on release dates just like Jordans Tote the Taurus, touring Killers with me I'm out performing Can't save the bitch 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 niggas 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 That was [?] by the way [Verse 3: J Neat] We give him a headshot, get that nigga 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, fuck 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 Fuck 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, bitch, 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 niggas 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