Lyrics GRINDSTONE - UglyChulo

Head screwed up
Like I′m coming from Houston
That's a bad bitch
She don′t gotta do choosing
Flat head homie, you ain't fill up
Might be late, but I never be truant
Can't be fake if your boy been the truest
You don′t want my feedback
Rudest muthafuckuh in the room
That′s an elephant
Didn't see how much my ass been consuming
So damn elegant
Call me dumbo
I don′t hear you dumb hoes talk shit
Speakers blast and I'm going deaf
Green so strong and we call the shit death
At 14, lost my innocence
Never been the same since
Gotta understand shit
You are not your past
In the present, future rocket blast shit
Gotta ash it, flying fast solo dolo
Let her co-pilot in my cock pit

Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin′ all dirty for a little bit of clean money
Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin' all dirty for a little bit of clean money
Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin′ all dirty for a little bit of clean money
We ain't in Philly ain't always sunny
We ain′t in Philly ain′t always sunny

From the windy city
With the kick back from the 12 gauge
I ain't from Chicago more like Amarillo
Drive-thru service for the cigarillo
Got a hundred pillows for the bad fellows
I ain′t think about it, I'm deep sleeper
Late night creeper, she a bed bug
And she love to eat it
I would love to beat it, but I got a clean face
Watching where I′m stepping
Running at my own pace
Look out for yourself
Backtrack, nah, only excel
Energy stacked, shocking myself
I won't buy designer ′til I can afford 2 pairs
Saving money on the low, cut my own hair
Barely independent, hard to make it out
I swear, If I'm lying to you
Then I be lying to myself
And I fuckin' hate the fake I don′t lie to myself
And I fuckin′ hate the fake I don't lie to myself

Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin′ all dirty for a little bit of clean money
Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin' all dirty for a little bit of clean money
Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin′ all dirty for a little bit of clean money
We ain't in Philly ain′t always sunny
We ain't in Philly ain't always sunny

Long way to the top
We ain′t going home though
Know another spot where I go zone
Know another thot when I go bone
Keep a secret iPhone
No one know the pass code
Collect call E.T. when I phone home
Bicycle transform to a ufo
Travel through a channel
Heading past the future
Watch out for the super troopers
All the characters that gotta find a way
To make it through the day
What a fucking game that we gotta play
I won′t hesitate, I'm a take the moment
Own it like I had it all before
While you sit at home
Wonder what the fuck you settled for
Been a weirdo staring at the moon
Said on "Death Awaits"
To die it isn′t your doom

Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin' all dirty for a little bit of clean money
Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin′ all dirty for a little bit of clean money
Nose to the grindstone
Got my hands muddy
Gettin' all dirty for a little bit of clean money
We ain′t in Philly ain't always sunny
We ain't in Philly ain′t always sunny