Grinder by EssB Lyrics
Say my buds(my bro) been a well known grinder, shit gets rocky no eye of the tiger need designer tt in attire been a writer been a well known grinder
V1
Never had no family Function chilled in mitcham tramstop near junction // n my bro went to the O2 n he got a bit mad so it’s air that he’s punching//move to the city wanna see money doubling its republic and my tracks all published them man stunting want money in hundreds, want money in hundreds//Fuck your black Bally and stoney want a Roley Tryna take my time//You was up there in the field fighting for jack shit up on the frontline I was screaming to god like
When is my time//you was tweaking cah you got no likes I was seeking Tryna get more time //EssB I’m a well known grinder firelighter I’m a beat igniter fire fighter TT I’m the timer im the grinder im the well known writer minded writer don’t need no reminder no complier know I’m higher
In my Sega don’t need no shinobi you don’t know me fake man try approach me do this 24s I don’t know about Kobe me my Brodie that’s zak and Cody Yh we switch it know nuttin bout OT
Say my buds(my bro) been a well known grinder, shit gets rocky no eye of the tiger need designer tt in attire been a writer been a well known grinder
Say my buds(my bro) been a well known grinder, shit gets rocky no eye of the tiger need designer tt in attire been a writer been a well known grinder
Mum said she don’t recognise her kid cah the music took his soul it’s no fib man I’m tryna get rich you think I got time reply to no diss these guys are all pricks say I don’t work you’re taking the piss every time on the mic I’m taking my shift ugh
Yung little youte went up to north face he cought a court case now his mums all pissed and his dad know don’t about his life he’s on a drive by sky his kid Yh the yung g got blood on his kicks and then the undies shut off his whole strip and now he’s Serves six but these ain’t no chips and that’s a 10/10 got fried like chip
//Need a AP x 3 on my wrist I need a bussdown 2 3 on my kicks can’t wait to stunt funds on alla these pricks, pray I make it man I never knew shit// the day I make it Yh we all get whipped// n they can’t take it so we just sit rich//
V1
Never had no family Function chilled in mitcham tramstop near junction // n my bro went to the O2 n he got a bit mad so it’s air that he’s punching//move to the city wanna see money doubling its republic and my tracks all published them man stunting want money in hundreds, want money in hundreds//Fuck your black Bally and stoney want a Roley Tryna take my time//You was up there in the field fighting for jack shit up on the frontline I was screaming to god like
When is my time//you was tweaking cah you got no likes I was seeking Tryna get more time //EssB I’m a well known grinder firelighter I’m a beat igniter fire fighter TT I’m the timer im the grinder im the well known writer minded writer don’t need no reminder no complier know I’m higher
In my Sega don’t need no shinobi you don’t know me fake man try approach me do this 24s I don’t know about Kobe me my Brodie that’s zak and Cody Yh we switch it know nuttin bout OT
Say my buds(my bro) been a well known grinder, shit gets rocky no eye of the tiger need designer tt in attire been a writer been a well known grinder
Say my buds(my bro) been a well known grinder, shit gets rocky no eye of the tiger need designer tt in attire been a writer been a well known grinder
Mum said she don’t recognise her kid cah the music took his soul it’s no fib man I’m tryna get rich you think I got time reply to no diss these guys are all pricks say I don’t work you’re taking the piss every time on the mic I’m taking my shift ugh
Yung little youte went up to north face he cought a court case now his mums all pissed and his dad know don’t about his life he’s on a drive by sky his kid Yh the yung g got blood on his kicks and then the undies shut off his whole strip and now he’s Serves six but these ain’t no chips and that’s a 10/10 got fried like chip
//Need a AP x 3 on my wrist I need a bussdown 2 3 on my kicks can’t wait to stunt funds on alla these pricks, pray I make it man I never knew shit// the day I make it Yh we all get whipped// n they can’t take it so we just sit rich//