[Talking] 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
[Lil' Keke] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Propain] 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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[Mug] 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