s why I grind even when it ain't showin I grind where I'm at cause I'm sure where I'm going [Chorus:] That's why I grind That's why I'm never gonna stop
I got an arsenal, a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the
I just don't understand 'Cause when I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find Hooked up with my young comrades and we was steadily on the grind When I
can I not talk big? I got to) Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Wale [Wale - Verse 1] Yeah, uh Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on
back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playin! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] [laughs] Why oh why oh WHY! Royce Da 5'9" please tell me why! Why the fuck
you gon' rep for P-A on this album?" I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga? Know what I'm sayin? Everybody know I rep for
' food (like ohh) You see 'dat I'mma need a recap Grab a weed sack cheap that 'till my feet flat I got this covered like a pro bowl d-back Breathe rap
s the life I live I grind all day, High School sellin mixtapes in the hallway, I bet they never thought I?d be this cool, Now they understand why I skip
nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas I promise
boy, 'cause I ain't say shit It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen And I'm hard in the paint, listen, I'm steady dippin' I get down, while
paper flipping I got's to get a house, before I start wood gripping [Mike Jones] Ninety percent grinding, ten percent sleep I peep game when I'm asleep, I hold heat when I creep I'm Mike Jones I
life was paralleled park until I put it in drive D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights Chicks gunning me down running mad red lights I had
I'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] Okay, I
and I'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my niggas is the grind [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] Okay, I
ice and i'ma show you mine And don't say money I put it all on the line And you can't fuck with me because my nigga's is the grind Verse 2: pastor troy Okay, I
world till I'm gone I'm bucking sat Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone, they gon' see who I be I'm pinching these bricks ducking
for me) Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad
