[Chorus: Fountaine]
Sundown train with a Dragon Ball trace
Chase Bank bands at a ghost-town pace
Like my aerospace served on a paper plate
'Cause when you grind hard youon' need to keep pace
Yeah, when you grind hard, youon' need to keep pace
And when you grind hard, you always in first place
I know you feel the steez when Medusas gyrate
I'm blunted out the herb at Church Bar, out of place
[Verse 1: Fountaine]
Downtown bass, got a round-table taste
With a Brownstone face and a Bridgetown waist
Love, like Cup O'Noodles eatin' off of Section 8
Cheese, aged Jimmy Dean, served on the paper plates
Type to never really fuck you on the first date
So you drink a whole bottle of that red cabernet
Now she throwin' ass, askin', "Can I ride yo face?"
Girl, I wouldn't even eat it if I didn't like the taste
Took a trip to LA just fo' four days
Sipped a cold case in the first fourty-eight
Smoked a few Js with Dundee Cat and AP
Had me hunched over like a top-heavy SUV
I fuck with my day-ones, we don't call that shit a team
Sorta got a Justice League, for your left, for unity
Know these niggas scared of my artistry inside the scene
'Cause I rap, sing, mix and master, and produce my beats
[Pre-Chorus: Fountaine]
You see all these rap niggas in the town
Get a wristband, drink ticket, then they act boujee
You see all these fake women in the town
Get a ride up, few shows, then they act boujee
Niggas gon' hate, but careers fall, too
Call you "Hollywood" when you excel with the crew
See the stars in alignment 'cause the bars changed the climate
So I guess I do yo gimmick way better than you do
[Chorus: Fountaine & Covi., Both]
Sundown train with a Dragon Ball trace
Chase Bank bands at a ghost-town pace
Like my aerospace served on a paper plate
'Cause when you grind hard youon' need to keep pace
Yeah, when you grind hard, youon' need to keep pace
Yeah, when you grind hard, you always in first place
I know you feel the steez when Medusas gyrate (uh)
I'm blunted out the herb, Church Bar, out of place
Out of place, out of place, uh
[Verse 2: Covi.]
Hold up; back, back, back, back
You should know by now I do not lack-lack-lack-lack
You came for one thing, don't wanna chat-chat-chat-chat
Shawty evolvin', in bed Poké my snap-snap-snap-snap
(With consent, uh)
I am on a journey like Smollett, I'm Metal Gear Solid
Adult life can take ya money out of my wallet
People actin' totally different, can I call it?
I guess I blame it on the retrograde, I'm retro-made
With that petrol in my tank and now I'm powered
Havin' Jimmy Neutron brain-blasts up in the shower
Tryna get this dough on the rise, don't forget the flour
Fountaine hit me while I was practicin' sage
No, don't give 'em the gatecode, I'm just tryna law low
Not too long ago, was in Mexico spending pesos
Now I'm back in the States, spending dollars without no say-so
But I ain't broke
Feelin' like her angle in '96
Gold around my neck, ankle-lockin' up your whole clique
Eddie Guerrero, frog splash off the top rope, then I hit a lick
Lie, cheat, and steal, believe no evidence
It's evident that in my young career this flow a detriment
They relevant, I'm periodically up in my element, for the betterment
I'm healthy competition for all y'all, lyrics are sawed-off
Man, I'm sending shots on the [?] with the hardball
[Chorus: Covi.]
Sundown train with a Dragon Ball trace
Chase Bank bands at a ghost-town pace
Like my aerospace served on a paper plate
When you grind hard youon' need to keep pace (uh)
When you grind hard, youon' need to keep pace (uh)
When you grind hard, you always in first place (uh)
Know you feel the steez when Medusas gyrate (uh)
Grown up off that lick at Church Bar, out of place
(Out of place, out of place)
Sundown train with a Dragon Ball trace
Chase Bank bands at a ghost-town pace
Like my aerospace served on a paper plate
'Cause when you grind hard youon' need to keep pace
Yeah, when you grind hard, youon' need to keep pace
And when you grind hard, you always in first place
I know you feel the steez when Medusas gyrate
I'm blunted out the herb at Church Bar, out of place
[Verse 1: Fountaine]
Downtown bass, got a round-table taste
With a Brownstone face and a Bridgetown waist
Love, like Cup O'Noodles eatin' off of Section 8
Cheese, aged Jimmy Dean, served on the paper plates
Type to never really fuck you on the first date
So you drink a whole bottle of that red cabernet
Now she throwin' ass, askin', "Can I ride yo face?"
Girl, I wouldn't even eat it if I didn't like the taste
Took a trip to LA just fo' four days
Sipped a cold case in the first fourty-eight
Smoked a few Js with Dundee Cat and AP
Had me hunched over like a top-heavy SUV
I fuck with my day-ones, we don't call that shit a team
Sorta got a Justice League, for your left, for unity
Know these niggas scared of my artistry inside the scene
'Cause I rap, sing, mix and master, and produce my beats
[Pre-Chorus: Fountaine]
You see all these rap niggas in the town
Get a wristband, drink ticket, then they act boujee
You see all these fake women in the town
Get a ride up, few shows, then they act boujee
Niggas gon' hate, but careers fall, too
Call you "Hollywood" when you excel with the crew
See the stars in alignment 'cause the bars changed the climate
So I guess I do yo gimmick way better than you do
[Chorus: Fountaine & Covi., Both]
Sundown train with a Dragon Ball trace
Chase Bank bands at a ghost-town pace
Like my aerospace served on a paper plate
'Cause when you grind hard youon' need to keep pace
Yeah, when you grind hard, youon' need to keep pace
Yeah, when you grind hard, you always in first place
I know you feel the steez when Medusas gyrate (uh)
I'm blunted out the herb, Church Bar, out of place
Out of place, out of place, uh
[Verse 2: Covi.]
Hold up; back, back, back, back
You should know by now I do not lack-lack-lack-lack
You came for one thing, don't wanna chat-chat-chat-chat
Shawty evolvin', in bed Poké my snap-snap-snap-snap
(With consent, uh)
I am on a journey like Smollett, I'm Metal Gear Solid
Adult life can take ya money out of my wallet
People actin' totally different, can I call it?
I guess I blame it on the retrograde, I'm retro-made
With that petrol in my tank and now I'm powered
Havin' Jimmy Neutron brain-blasts up in the shower
Tryna get this dough on the rise, don't forget the flour
Fountaine hit me while I was practicin' sage
No, don't give 'em the gatecode, I'm just tryna law low
Not too long ago, was in Mexico spending pesos
Now I'm back in the States, spending dollars without no say-so
But I ain't broke
Feelin' like her angle in '96
Gold around my neck, ankle-lockin' up your whole clique
Eddie Guerrero, frog splash off the top rope, then I hit a lick
Lie, cheat, and steal, believe no evidence
It's evident that in my young career this flow a detriment
They relevant, I'm periodically up in my element, for the betterment
I'm healthy competition for all y'all, lyrics are sawed-off
Man, I'm sending shots on the [?] with the hardball
[Chorus: Covi.]
Sundown train with a Dragon Ball trace
Chase Bank bands at a ghost-town pace
Like my aerospace served on a paper plate
When you grind hard youon' need to keep pace (uh)
When you grind hard, youon' need to keep pace (uh)
When you grind hard, you always in first place (uh)
Know you feel the steez when Medusas gyrate (uh)
Grown up off that lick at Church Bar, out of place
(Out of place, out of place)
( Fountaine )
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