This a Grind

7-13 the truth, ok that's right

We stuck out here in the streets nigga

Still searching for a piece of mind

The hustle is all we got, I'ma grind to the end nigga

I take this shit to the limit, everything from my heart nigga

They say I'm still, one the best there is

Been on the hustle getting paid, for some months over years

Ask God every night, to remove my fears

I done lost a whole lot, but had to lose them tears to switch gears

A lot of niggaz, follow my lead

My team strong fuck failing cause we must succeed, a rare breed

Crazy, when I smoke that weed

I guess these constant bad habits put my mind at ease, I gotta breathe

The streets, get a lot of my time

Got me praying real hard, for a piece of my mind

Yeah I'm still pressing forward, fuck lagging behind

Bout my bidness everyday, while these niggaz is crying and I ain't lying

Mash cause I must get mine

When your days get dark, you know it's tougher to shine

Slow it down get your head right, then unwind

Never gave up I stayed on the grind my nigga, it's my time

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I'm still one of the best of my kind

Out here working, and I'm searching for a piece of my mind

Lord knows, I'm out here hustling for the rest of my time

Crawling back, and still looking for the front of the line I'm on the grind

Hey this shit a grind (grind), this shit a grind (grind)

This shit a grind, I can't stand wasting time

So I'm getting mine (mine), I'm getting mine (mine)

I'm getting mine, putting it all on the line

Yeah, was bred to get it in the hardest times

Two options where I'm from, you either starve or grind

Southside nigga, we was taught to shine

Mind of a G bitch, hustling this heart of mine

I'm dying, what you gon' do when that court decline

And your gal bitching in your ear, because your daughter crying

Grind, mayn a helping hand is hard to find

You gotta hit these streets become a beast, morphing time

Diamonds round my neck, same thang around my wrist

Just a year ago, these niggaz claimed I wouldn't amount to shit

Now me and my niggaz hopping off of planes, counting chips

I went from getting hate, to treated like a king around this bitch

I got my foot on they neck, and I won't let go

And still pimping pens, till I'm platinum in the ghetto

Yeah, I ain't stunting I ain't capping

I'm just motivating these real niggaz, showing em it can happen I'm grinding

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I swear I'm on a grind, on that all night shit

Anything gotta be better, than them all white bricks

Feds lurking through the neighborhood, gotta watch how I talk on the phone

So much going through my mind, can't express it on one song

I'm in the field as we speak, on my gorilla shit

Seen myself on TV, I couldn't picture this

Do it for the smell of success, that's fresh air

You thinking bout tomorrow, I'm stacking for next year

Kids need food, daddy stay on a mission

So fuck getting a plate, I'm building my own kitchen

Hungry all about my scratch, palms itching

Haters sick thinking I won't explode, this bomb's ticking

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