B.Frnce - Boy Grind lyrics

I been on my grind, I been trying to find
Means of getting paid
I done even scrapped for dimes
It don’t matter if it’s through
Education or that crime
I’m trying to go for mines
I gotta go for mines
Money, money’s all I want at
This point of time
Pockets, wallets either light or empty
Boy grind if it ain’t bout the money
I don’t appoint the time
I am just a kid, trying to live, boy grind

Even if I gotta mine for my own blood diamond
I am just a younging on his own
I’m just trying but I am trying to do
More than just surviving
I am trying to live my dream, I’m striving

I ain’t doing shit


I’m just home I’m always broke
So much that I wanna do, but shit
I ain’t got no dough all I do is talk shit
Having drank and bumming smokes
I hang with homies
Coz these thoughts haunt when I am alone

I gotta be a man how bad do I need the cash?
I really need a plan
If I don’t receive a chance
I’ll take it coz I need the chance
I'll make em coz I need the chance
To contain all of this shit I need the bag
I think that it's time to leave the past

Nothing comes with ease
I ain't got shit lose
Nah I was born beneath
It's crazy in these streets, block so hot
We getting raided for the trees
When we trying to get the cheese
But I need cheese so fuck police yeah

I been on my grind, I been trying to find
Means of getting paid
I done even scrapped for dimes
It don’t matter if it’s through
Education or that crime
I’m trying to go for mines
I gotta go for mines
Money, money’s all I want at
This point of time
Pockets, wallets either light or empty
Boy grind if it ain’t bout the money
I don’t appoint the time
I am just a kid, trying to live, boy grind

Life on these streets is hard
All I got is my beats and bars
Kick it with the homies, weed is sparked
I’d be lying if I said I ain’t deeply scared
Now these bitches trying to read my heart
Gave her dick, she gave me keys to heart
Look, I don’t want it
Finna get drunk and get blunted
My heart heavy, my mind racing
I just want the cash, yeah
So my heart empty when I’m chasing
Racks, bucks and the bag, yeah
They tried make me a fool coz I dropped out
I don’t regret that I got out
But I’m starting to think I should go back
Coz of how this mo’fucking dough slack

How the fuck will I pull it off?
How the fuck will I get the bag?
Job applications ain’t getting back
Cops harassing, it’s too hot to slang
Crime lingers in my mind
I cannot live off a dime
Can’t even afford a dime
She don’t need my shit in her life, yeah

The trap too crazy
This is Gabs so they shady
I need a dank for that plane seat
I need drank for the pain B
I need to smash on you baby
I need the cash, so you pay me
Shit is real in the field
Niggas is ready to kill real

I been on my grind, I been trying to find
Means of getting paid
I done even scrapped for dimes
It don’t matter if it’s through
Education or that crime
I’m trying to go for mines
I gotta go for mines
Money, money’s all I want at
This point of time
Pockets, wallets either light or empty
Boy grind if it ain’t bout the money
I don’t appoint the time
I am just a kid, trying to live, boy grind

Boy grind, boy grind, yeah yeah
Boy grind, boy grind, yeah
Boy grind, boy grind, yeah yeah
Boy grind, boy grind, yeah
Boy grind, boy grind
Young boy grind, young boy grind, yeah
Boy grind, boy grind, yeah

Look, distance wouldn’t be hindrance
If I was balling
I’d be there to see my girl right
As soon as she call me it’s her birthday
She hoping to see me as her gift
But my funds so low
I can’t even afford a lift

Shit my funds so low
I can’t even afford new kicks
Shit, I can’t see her wearing
These old ass shit's
I use these Nikes every day and night
When I’m out and about
My savings so dry I been
On the longest financial drought

So I gotta make it rain soon
I’m 19 so it’s just me and
No one else to blame dude
Yeah, your niggas so glad that they ain’t you
The way I’m broke if I was them
I’d be glad that I ain’t too

I mean, I am too broke
I can barely feed myself
But what can I do? The only
Person that I need’s myself
To take care of me, I gotta be a man
Boy’ts time that I make the transition
Happen, telling myself, "boy grind"