Realm Reality - Grindmode Infamous lyrics

(Verse) Grindmode til the d**h of me I hope you n***as know that I will never leave Inebriated k**a, I don’t carry heat Waiting on my detox but doc gave a recipe So here I am cooking like these white folks Next to Don P tryna call me like a life coach You talk slick – my anger gets the best of me Doofy choppas, next coofy rockers next to Puerto Ricans I ain’t Drake but I’m breakin hoes over weekends The flow’s peakin, damn near blowin speakers I live in the moment, we first heard ether My verse fever, your song whack me more rever I’m in this sh** til they throwin mean parades Intercourse a woman name Cherrey, I know for one day Forgive me, I’m a bragger, I don’t give a f** sponsored links Deal’s on the table, I’m the n***a takin bigger cuts b**hes hoppin in the truck, I’m still drivin the 9-7 So all I really told you is I bees myself My weed is health, we don’t need to breathe hell Trees melt while her knees fell by my deep spell I ain’t always on some conscious sh** Ignorance is high, I’m displayin what they promissin If hell froze and you was meta world cold You still couldn’t hurt me with your elbows Maybe every line you can see him comin But you just like every dime cuz they see me comin Raw spitter, infamous in grind mode P only sign me cuz he know I’m bringing fine hoes To every show packed out with racks out If s** equals strategy I got her p**y mapped out All praises to me signing the infamous My shine will be infinite, my grind call him militant So before you n***as start with why you signed him? Do your research and see how I was grindin (Hook x2) Back to the essence, back to the grind Back to the money and the table full of shine Back to these hoes tryna play me for these racks Grindmode infamous, we gifted on the track (Verse) f** that, get money, have fun, thug hard Have s**, take d**, get drunk We don’t give a f** You wanna pop homey, load man hit him up Just watch where you’re pointin that gun Better respect my space, you violate I’mma jump All OV skull, blood coming out your ears Baby chillin out now sayin never again Yea, come get your hip-hop fix You want hardcore sh**? This raw as it gets One sample will turn your whole body numb Shoot this in your veins and get G’d up Our reality is on another realm The haters can’t see me, I don’t need a force field I’m too much on my grind, I stay busy Get with me or get left behind (Hook x2) Back to the essence, back to the grind Back to the money and the table full of shine Back to these hoes tryna play me for these racks Grindmode infamous, we gifted on the track