On The Grind

We on the grind, working hard

We-we on the grind, working hard

We-we on the grind, working hard

We-we-we on the grind, working hard to get it

All this dranking and banking, got me continuously thinking

About my giants and my grands, and my Benjamin Franklin's

We on the griiiind, stacking G after G

Got my faculty in back of me, these niggaz plotting on jacking me

No limitations or imitation, Commission's for sho'

Better check the game when I wreck the game, walk straight through the do'

Now it's mo' money mo', gotta get rich 'fore I go

I stay creased up and piece'd up, from head to toe

Not a fro but a bald fade, in Texas that's playa made

You niggaz think we country, but we getting paid

Cause we real with it trill with it, and still with it

Got skills to make a mill with it, so deal with it

You feel it, get up and get it these niggaz want my head

On top of that, I'm being chased by the fed

Infrared I'm leaving em dead, it's either them or me

My J-O-B, is verbally assaulting the industry

Can you see what I see, or you blind

This motherfucker mine, went from crime to rhyme

At the drop of a dime, better blaze your heat

Cause Commission rich niggaz, taking over the streets

Staying sweets for weeks, that's the way that it goes

Twenty thousand at my shows, I'm getting gold on these hoes

Cause I fill the front rows, for a large amount

Nation wide and independent, making both sides count

We on the grind, working hard to get it

Commission rich niggaz, stacking chips you feel it

We on the grind, working hard to get it

We click with it thick with it, don't forget it

We on the grind, working hard to get it

Seven digits we split it, we the shit admit it

We on the grind, working hard to get it

Now shake it baby shake it baby, let me hit it

Catch me a million dollars later, getting paid like P

You see I grind for mine, putting it down like a G

The Hitman, I make you change your game plan

Come short on my money, you soaking wet in a van

From Tennessee to Texas, known for squashing plexes

Can't stop this grind, cause yo we young and we wreckless

Getting paid is a must, if it's a hit I'ma bust

I'm too cold to hold, I'm too hot to touch

I'm hard headed embedded, super unleaded don't forget it

When I bust on tracks, niggaz respect it

Commission rich man, from H-Town to Japan

Blind you from the ice, in my gold wristband

Ain't nothing changed, but a nigga got mo' change

And some of y'all niggaz capping, with no change

I run with Luciano, Nitty and we run the city

So niggaz come and get me, what

We on the grind we gon' shine, so sit back and recline

Smoking weed of all kind, money falling in line

Women blowing my mind, out on the coast of Rican line

Everything is fine, sipping wine from '79

Cause we did it and done it, the whole time we was blunted

We on the grind on the shine, doing shows in the summit

We worldwide, anytime you need us we ride

And collide, and make the whole world scream Southside

Frank Nitty the Commission, we platinum and gold

Matter fact go pick us up, at your nearby sto'

And play it in your radio, cause you can feel us for years

We on the grind all the time, bigger and better ideas

We on the grind, working hard

We-we on the grind, working hard

We-we on the grind, working hard

We-we-we on the grind