笨小笨My Grind歌词由Axel Chris演唱，出自专辑《My Grind》，下面是《My Grind》完整版歌词！
My Grind歌词完整版
You could’ve walked in my shoes, but you’re not on my grind
In the trap, doubling up, but you’re not on my time
Cench keeps it low-key, don’t want them to see my climb
I’m stacking up, checking what I’ve made, but I keep it tight
Bro’s got the mix, soda in the pot, lock makes it rock
Phone’s ringing non-stop, used to hit the olders with shots
TB on the line, money’s dropped, patterning up, we’re on top
Bros in the can, swapped Krispies for Coco Pops, can’t stop
The show goes on, lock that door, but the clock’s still ticking
Bad minds on the block, hoping my track’s not sticking
Forget the jewels, I want a watch like Stormzy’s rocking
Cees broke? Surely not, I’ve got Mostack like the Hornsey lot
You could’ve done what I’ve done, but you’re not on my wave
In the trap, trying to double up, but you’re not on my stage
Cench keeps it quiet, don’t want them to know my pay
I’m stacking up, seeing what I make, but I keep my cash at bay
Haters on the block, hoping my seats don’t sell
Hoping I don’t excel, they want me out in the cold as well
Tired of the trap, watching my back, praying I don’t go to jail
You know how much we’ve sold, time to let me prevail
Used to catch the 52 bus, got shanks from the army shop
Think you’re smart, but you’re not, judging by the car you got
The door’s knocking, heartbeat’s dropping, fedaralis watch
Free my dargies locked up, doing time with a sardine sock
You could’ve done what I’ve done, but you’re not on my grind
In the trap, doubling up, but you’re not on my time
Cench keeps it low-key, don’t want them to see my climb
I’m stacking up, checking what I’ve made, but I keep it tight
I’m fighting the devil, don’t want to sell my soul
Not talking on the phone unless it’s making me dough
Just got a new high score, hitting three in a row
I don’t want to meet any hoes, just want to stay in my zone
Million streams, I’m independent, gotta let that be known
Living my movie, in the pendant, linking Vilani for the VV stones
She’s feeling the heat when she sees these stones
Used to wear hand-me-downs, now I shop uptown for new clothes
You could’ve done what I’ve done, but you’re not on my grind
In the trap, doubling up, but you’re not on my time
Cench keeps it low-key, don’t want them to see my climb
I’m stacking up, checking what I’ve made, but I keep it tight
