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    Grinding Trap Anthem

    Grinding Trap Anthem

    Erased babyshame

    (yeah,

    look) Young member in the cut,

    gotta feed the team

    Nothing given, turned a corner to a dream

    Young member running fast,

    tryin' to make a living

    Cold hands on the wheel,

    ain't nobody giving

    Turned the pavement to a plate,

    scrape it till it's clean Every dollar counted up for the family

    regime

    (for the team) Young member standing tall,

    had to take the risk

    Writing out my legacy right across the wrist

    Came up from the basement,

    winter on my breath

    Chasing after paper like a matter of life and death

    Early morning shifts, then the late-night grind Put my troubles in the

    rear, leaving doubts behind Told my mama hold on,

    change is coming soon

    Cooking up these tracks underneath the crescent moon

    Ten toes planted in the asphalt crack

    Never looking backwards, ain't no turning back

    (never turning back)

    Young member running fast,

    tryin' to make a living

    Cold hands on the wheel,

    ain't nobody giving

    Turned the pavement to a plate,

    scrape it till it's clean Every dollar counted up for the family

    regime (counted up) Young member standing tall,

    had to take the risk

    Writing out my legacy right across the wrist

    We was splitting dollar meals,

    stretching out the bread Kept my focus laser-sharp

    while they lost they head Now the phone is ringing off,

    business on the line

    Turning heavy pressure into diamonds in the mine

    Used to fear the landlord knocking on the wood Now we buying

    up the block,

    doing what we should

    Every brother with me stood against the rain

    Now we count the blessings that we gathered from the pain

    (from the pain)

    They said a young member couldn't make it out Turned the whispers

    into fuel,

    silenced every doubt

    Now watch the floor drop!

    Young member running fast,

    tryin' to make a living

    Cold hands on the wheel,

    ain't nobody giving

    Turned the pavement to a plate,

    scrape it till it's clean

    Every dollar counted up for the family regime (for the regime!) Young

    member standing tall, had to take the risk

    Writing out my legacy right across the wrist (yeah)

    Young member...

    Made a way out of no way.

    (yeah,

    all the way)

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