Look, 8th grade, not rich, in an average school
I'm getting bigger but still I'm a not just have it dude
My education isn't teaching me nothing
Then I already got a passing so really I don't know what to do
I'm stuck in this position wishing I can just get out of it
Focusing on music so you dudes say I'm counterfeit
Go worry bout yourself, cause really you don't know the half of it
I am me, homie, enough with all the comparisons
I'm on the grind, searching for them dollar signs
Waiting for that light to shine, blowing up like dynamite
Waiting when the time is right
Looking for this light of sound, telling me to keep it up
Chases here till it becomes, I ain't gonna give it up
That ain't really on my mind, we ain't on the same page
Homie I'm a different font
Try and get this message out and you know I ain't finna stop
Till the sun rise man, all I do is freaking grind
Tell me what

[Hook]
Living my life, I'm just tryina make a name
What the hell y'all thinking
We be on the grind till the sun rise shine
All I'm tryina do is get it
And you can hate upon the kid
But when I'll be big
Don't be asking for forgiveness
Don't be asking for forgiveness
Don't be asking for forgiveness
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