Grit

Written to "Frontin" by BeFranky

-To be completed-

Turned hard-faced and cold
Heart made of stone
Can't say I'm grown
But calm, brave and bold
Cause cards that I hold
I can't play the fold
I'm passed days of caring if I make it old

Last chance to feel my heart thump to the beat
While the people erupt as they jump out their seat
I'm defeating the slump, out the dumps now I'm free
Head; I'm keeping it up to the sun

Problems, what problems?
Yeah I got them
But I'm not gonna stop till I got what I want
You think God ever stropped, or let his head drop?
Well neither will Josh, I promise

Used to shot on the block for the pennies to drop
Had to stop with the nonsense and head to the top
I jot and I plot
Never jog on the spot
I'll be running the game before rotting, I promise

Not a novice
Proper polished
Wanted wallet
Gone and got it
From the forest
Onto office
College dodger
Copping profit

Murder the game
Swerving the fame and the pain
You heard the kid's name and got burned by his flame

No point, in learning to pray
There's no church that could save
Dig the dirt for your grave

Murder the game
Swerving the fame and the pain
You heard the kid's name and got burned by his flame

No point, in learning to pray
There's no church that could save
Dig the dirt for your grave

Back to the business of killing with lyrics
I'm building my figures up, billion by Christmas
In a world where your worth is defined by your digits
I'm climbing and finding that mine have no limits

Just the time I put in it
Decide where I finish
My price is too high watch it rise through the ceiling

The dimes I was dealing
Defined me as villain
So my direction different now, a timely transition

I will grind till I slide in my grave
Yards of mine are like miles in the minds of these lames

I will smile while I drive through the rain
Drop a pile of my style in the wild where it came from

I will grind till I slide in my grave
Yards of mine are like miles in the minds of these lames

I will smile while I drive through the rain
Drop a pile of my style in the wild where it came from