Lyrics

I Swervin on my grind I say swerving on my grind serving all your rhymes up in the tournament of rhyme. I’m determined that shine.
I’m on my grind doing things you only dream about
Ain’t got no time for the way you hate the stair screaming shout. I’m on my paper chase another feather weight with the greater steaks so like it or not I’m hot. You’re not get out my face. It’s the central sound from mad town holding it down bout to lay down. Hold up baby is say it now.
Now here it is fear this kid such a word whiz I’ll be getting my birds like G whiz spreading my vision getting bread and still be spitting what I said Doctor Diction pay attention now listen cause I said them on a mission to be taken through time stick and flip and twist and rhymes and I know that all y’all feel in my mind swerving
Hook repeat hook