Chris Grindz - Wind Chimes Lyrics

I had a Master plan
They didn't even think a n**** was
A damn master man
But I had to pass exams
These n****s a never know
I had go and work
I had to put in work
I used my hands they hurt
They say I am a jerk
But they don't know what it's worth
They ain't put time in
They ain't put grind in
So how the f**k they gonna Chime in?
Hold on Hold on
They didn't put Grind in
They didn't put time in
So how the f**k they gonna Chime in
Blowing in the f**kin wind
Gone with the wind with they thoughts
I don't know what they was taught
Nah nah
I think they gassing they thoughts
That ain't some sh!t I'd a bought
I jumped on the mic
Started spazzing and vibin'
I jumped on the board
Started Grinding and gliding
The tail or the nose or a opp know I'm sliding
I slept on the clock since it's all about timing
It ain't on my watch to watch lil n****s rhyming
Pinocchio story, them lil boys is lying
The fairy tale ended so now that h*e crying
She said go to Hell, I might see her there frying
Flying before I'm dying
Rising upon my triumph
LSD H*e, ain't no way you high as I am
They ain't put time in
They ain't put grind in
So how the f**k they gonna Chime in?
Hold on Hold on
They didn't put Grind in
They didn't put time in
So how the f**k they gonna Chime in
Blowing in the f**kin wind
Gone with the wind with they thoughts
I don't know what they was taught
Nah nah
I think they gassing they thoughts
That ain't some sh!t I'd a bought
Chiming in might get you
Aired out like wind chimes
I'll Stopwatch a opp
Hit that button and end time
Her p***y done boomeranged back
Cuz it's been mine
But dealing with love is like hate
It's a thin Line
And it's getting thinner
Cuz I've been a winner
The flow getting holy
Can't hang with sinners
Masters of Arts
Don't hang out with beginners
Might shed a Lil light
Then we gone in an instant
Keeping intentions as pure as an infant
The evil surrounding us all is tremendous
They can't tell the gimmicks
Apart from authentic
I'm pressing the issues and pushing the limits
They ain't put time in
They ain't put grind in
So how the f**k they gonna Chime in?
Hold on Hold on
They didn't put Grind in
They didn't put time in
So how the f**k they gonna Chime in
Blowing in the f**kin wind
Gone with the wind with they thoughts
I don't know what they was taught
Nah nah
I think they gassing they thoughts
That ain't some sh*t I'd a bought
I jumped on the mic
Started spazzing and vibing
I jumped on the board
Started Grinding and gliding
The tail or the nose or a opp know I'm sliding
I slept on the clock since it's all about timing