Ghost Grind

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Intro

These motherfuckers lurkin' on the 'gram, tryna peep my moves, bruh. I ghost grind, stay low, no time for that fake shit.

Verse 1

Up at 5, hittin' them blocks where the fiends still cop, deadass. Flip that scrap to a stack, no cap, while y'all sleepin' on ya ass. They yappin' 'bout them wins that ain't even hit, all cap. I'm out here grindin' silent, phone on DND, that's facts. From the corner store hustles to them app trades at dawn. They chasin' clout, I'm stackin' guap, no time for the yawn. Bruh, they wonder where I dipped, but can't trace the path. Ghost mode locked, buildin' quiet, dodge the wrath.

Pre-chorus

Let 'em stalk, let 'em plot, let 'em hate on the low. Ghost grind hit 'em hard, watch they whole shit blow.

Chorus

They text, "Yo, where you at?" Ghost speak, no reply. They call, "You around, fam?" On my peak, touch the sky. Ghost grind, straight results, no bullshit halts. Watch it drop heavy, break they vaults.

Verse 2

From trap spots in BK to beats bumpin' in the crib. They huntin' likes, I'm grabbin' slabs, know how I live. Say less, stack more, that's the code we hold. Them frail ass dreams shatter quick on this cold road. Pop it humble, chin up through the bullshit storm. Green bean plays get you swarmed, that's the norm. Whatever they spit, alright bet, just pass. I'm ghost grindin', buildin' mass, first to last.

Pre-chorus

Let 'em stalk, let 'em plot, let 'em hate on the low. Ghost grind hit 'em hard, watch they whole shit blow.

Chorus

Verse 3

Old plugs fade out, new paths light up clear. They peep the drip, ask how I steer through the fear. Deadass, years buried deep in the cut, no light. No shortcuts, just bangin' marks, day and night. Mackin' silent, no need to flex or front. Hustle raw, no time for them lame ass stunts. Circle tight, trust earned through the dirt. They play games, I hold cards, stay alert.

Bridge

Ain't 'bout the flash, it's 'bout the scheme in the dark. Ghost satisfaction when the play hits its mark. Path carved, step by gritty step, true blue. No drama chase, just push through the bullshit brew.

Verse 4

They bet on luck, nah, straight sweat and grind. From nickel flips in the hood to jets crossin' lines. Keep that guap tucked, dodge the snakes in the grass. Nose down, grind hard, for real, no pass. Eh bet, they talk big, I walk the walk. Ghost grind king, no need to squawk or talk.

Verse 5

Now they knockin', want a piece of the play. Tell 'em bet, find ya own way, don't delay. Mind ya biz, I ghosted solo through the mess. Grind ya path, claim ya zone, nothin' less. Duck off and build, that's the real call. Ghost grind wins, stand tall through it all.

Chorus

They text, "Yo, where you at?" Ghost speak, no reply! Facts. They call, "You around, fam?" On my peak, touch the sky! Elite. Ghost grind, straight results, no bullshit halts. Watch it drop heavy, break they vaults. Game over!

Outro

Grind silent... just peep what I built. Ghost speak... done.

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