Z-Ro - I Gotta Stay On My Grind | Текст песни

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Uhh... I'm already living my dream
But I remember when it was a vision to me
To see myself on top and spending some cheese
Coming from the bottom wasn't appealing to me
Didn't have one bread c.e.n.t
I was tired being b.r.o.k.e
Started selling green w.e.e.d
And ended up selling white.d.o.p.e
From a bench to a couch with foldout bed
Didn't sleep on it I stash work inside of it
Even if it was raining the block still got bled
You don't work you don't eat that's what somebody said
I was riding tha bus (? - имя какого-то друга Z-Ro, произносит невнятно - прим.) was riding red
J-Rock was riding blue - them boys had bread
Motivated my hustle I was full speed ahead
Even doe the kids won't mind they still got fed
My niggas were coming up I was just breaking ground 15's
In they trunk my trunk didn't make a sound
It made a young niga really wanna move around
The way the haters and all the whores talk down
But dope still sold and my pockets got fatter
If a women had beef then I already had her
People will chitta chatta but to me it didn't matter
I was bumping for a profit trying climb up the ladda

[Hook:]
I gotta stay on my grind
I'm gone be hustling till I loose my mind
I gotta stay on my grind
I'm gone be hustling till I loose my mind
Till I loose my miind

November 16 2000 was the day
My nigga Robert Earl Davis (DJ Screw-прим.) past away
But to me he was more the worlds greatest DJ
To a lot people he was music on the grey tape
When he counted to most he really had my back
And if I fell off he got me back on track
He said why you out there selling pot of pack stracks
When you can begin you money for raps that's what I did
Put down the drugs and started pimping the pen
Many record labels started getting me in
Concerts full of so many women and men
That word would of had me living in prison for 10
But uh money, hoes, cars, clothes came from flows
Not quarters to have the whole os this (?) as the cold
King Johny (Владелец самого известного в Хьюстоне магазина украшений-прим.) got me looking live a light show
But don't get it twisted I'm still on my grind
To cash Another check it's still on my mind
I got rich down with a brick but with a rhyme
Like Fat Pat: "Mayne hold up it's goin down" (Цитата Fat Pat'a - прим.)
I made it out the ghetto but I'm still real with it
Pull up on my old block and chill for a minute
Use to walk around the corner now one of my cars did it
I huslte like I'm broke I promise I'm gone get it!

[Hook]

I grind in the studio all night long
From a start to the finish of another tight song
A platinum plaque is what I set my sights
It's a master piece soon as I turn my mic on
But working in the lab is the easy part
Some people will finish before they can even start
To make it in this industry you gotta have heart
Distributors and record label will tare you apart
Like a nigga want 20 but he got 6 dollars
Make you wanna grad and snatch a trick by his collar
They leave you bullshit to see if you would follow
The rap game is meat it's hard to swallow
But me I'm a devolve anything in my place
Hustle hard city to city and state to state
Nothing come to a sleeper so I'm staying awake
I'm a screwed click nigga with money to make

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