Grinding My Gears Lyrics – Nicholas Craven & Boldy James

Grinding My Gears Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Where we at?
What else?

[Verse 1]
It ain’t 227, 50? Fuck ’em all
Black Superman, I’m above the law
Still could fit the crown, used to pitch the mound with a zip of brown like a knuckleball
Uncle Claw used to run the 6, seen him bust a brick in some coveralls
If I touch a bitch, she a lucky dog, hang up on my chick if a cluck call
Money tall as the Jolly Green at the [?] servin’ Bobby gin
Had to short my last two clients, fifteen for the whole Butterball
All white meat turkey, couple hundred racks, need a hundred-pack and a Perky
Work uncut, got it jumpin’ back like some burpees
F-250 in the driveway, cuddy pulled up in a black Mercury
Flag ban’, limpin’ on my bad lеg with a duffel bag full of chirpies
Got my car washed by a crackhеad and bought a Gumbo pack of some turkeys
Told my bitch, “I need that green face presi to help celebrate our anniversary”
Out in Chiraq on the [?]
Me and Bruno can’t let ’em Uno reverse me
[?] left a nigga in the two-door, smellin’ earthly
Glock 24 on my person, we some ConCreatures, I’m from Pluto and you a earthling
Reppin’ 227, slash five fingers and a serpent
Let’s get it

[Chorus]
Unalivin’ my fears
Voted less likely to succeed but now I’m outshinin’ my peers
Dope party, yellow shit just like pullin’ teeth
But now the bricks are white as veneers
Been quiet for years
After that moment of silence [?] for cryin’ some tears
Hidin’ the hurt behind the pints and the purp’
But lately I’ve been ridin’ with spears
Eyes in the rear, nine in my AMIRIs
Play with this shits, I’ve been runnin’ for years
The life that I lead, it’s a life full of crime
Never thought of makin’ crime a career
Drivin’ impaired, minivan doin’ trips
At the border, tryna get cleared
So, why would I care? What’s a circle to a square?
But this shit been grindin’ my gears

[Verse 2]
Showed you some shit, was only for your eyes and your ears
Laugh in the jungle, I’m forest couple of [?] lions, tigers and bears
Why was I spared? On the alphabet highway in the checkered cab with the dice on the mirror
When we move in Greece, we don’t do this shit for no likes and no shares
Nice in the squares, packin’ up heavy blow, you gotta buy lighters in pairs
Burnin’ all the packs closed, got my thumbs burned, days I forgot to pray
Saved by my grandmother’s prayers, Ray was a block away
Pops always told me I’ma have to face the music one day but not today
Double parked on the one way at the dead end in a red Benz
If a nigga didn’t have no tokens, grow up, probably still be chosen in the fed pen
All my life I’ve been a oil spill, servin’ fiends, skinny, into olive oil
Might wrap the Double R olive green just to nickname the whip Oliver
And shit on all the non-profiters, whippin’ up in that Don Toliver
Sky’s the limit, we was five-percent tinted down the street from St. Veronica
Money on your head, this ain’t a yamaka
Give you candlelights, Happy Hanukkah
On The Run Tour, youngin’ cut his dreads after he cut off his ankle monitor

[Chorus]
Unalivin’ my fears
Voted less likely to succeed but now I’m outshinin’ my peers
Dope party, yellow shit just like pullin’ teeth
But now the bricks are white as veneers
Been quiet for years
After that moment of silence [?] for cryin’ some tears
Hidin’ the hurt behind the pints and the purp’
But lately I’ve been ridin’ with spears
Eyes in the rear, nine in my AMIRIs
Play with this shits, I’ve been runnin’ for years
The life that I lead, it’s a life full of crime
Never thought of makin’ crime a career
Drivin’ impaired, minivan doin’ trips
At the border, tryna get cleared
So, why would I care? What’s a circle to a square?
But this shit been grindin’ my gears