| You know I grind all day, grind all night
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| I think it’s time for some, it’s time for some
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| Mo scrilla, mo scrilla, mo scrilla
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| Then we doing the same thing
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| The next day, same thing the next night
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| I think it’s time for some, it’s time for some
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| Mo scrilla, mo scrilla, mo scrilla
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| On my G-R-I-N-D
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| Take a look at my place, they calling me Will Smith
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| Cause the crib got me looking like I’m the Fresh Prince
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| If I lose it’s all on me, I get my ends and don’t stay
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| I be in LA in the morning, France the end of the day
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| I got a couple trucks that’s mine and look like Optimus Prime
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| Transform another huge Chamillion, bank gotta shine
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| I’m like the dot in front of the hand, cause I’m ahead of my time
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| And if that line went over your head then you better let it rewind
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| She all in my pockets like she digging for gold
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| Trying to reach in for some money but that hand’ll be closed
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| Critics think that all we talk about is candy and foes
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| To tell the truth how could I not with all this candy exposed?
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| Ya’ll so far behind me and I’m so number 1
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| They say it’s lonely at the top so this ain’t gonna be fun
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| All you doubters that be shouting like you’re slowing my run
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| Wait a minute mother mother, like I’m Polo the Don
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| Spotting that? |
| Geila, probably spotting that Golia?
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| I’m so 83 of ya, I’m so 84 of ya
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| Black as petroleum, arachnophobia
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| Shooting spiders off the back and I’m holding a
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| Hand full of grain, remaining simple and plain
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| When you’re riding in the 'Lac, feel like you’re sitting in a plane
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| Cockpit and the drink, stewardess is a dame
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| Before I said I’m making noise, there ain’t no muting my bank |