Stuck To The Grind

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Eighty percent of my time spent stuck on the grind.

It's all instinct to eyeball dimes on the block where the crime's inclined.

I knew that cold day in 1989 that I'd be stuck in this life of crime.

So I took it how I took it and I ran with that. Had some cold days and cold nights I can't get back.

We went from demand and scratch, now they write checks. We went from slangin' cracks to studio sets.

DVDs, flat screens, wedding ring baguettes. Belvedere, Hennessy, Perrier, Dom P, Moet.

I got squads full of villains and some cold ass vets that really don't got no problem to leave the whole team wet. It's just like fight nights, minimum bets.

It's real large, baby, now let's make that bet.

The life I leads hit or miss, dangerous. When I cock back this shit, I'ma hit like this.

Stuck to the grind, crimes and dimes.

Crack houses, hood rats, and crickets one times.

We stay grindin', bitch, so unless you're blind, you can catch us on the motherfuckin' grind.

Stuck to the grind, crimes and dimes. Crack houses, hood rats, and crickets one times.

We stay grindin', bitch, so unless you're blind, you can catch us on the motherfuckin' grind.

I'm stackin' up Philly headed with dimes. I push big coke and big bonds.

Stay ready for any situation with them cats and they palms.

Ever since I was a youngster, the bomb been keepin' me calm.

Raised in the streets of Oakland, California, separated from pops and moms. The streets had me connected, big cash I collected.

The game's hereditary 'cause my mouth piece was my weapon.

At age 11, started committin' 187. Big question, so when your boy die, will your boy see heaven?

Sometimes I wonder how it's gon' be when I enter the door.

Is it gon' be peaceful restin' or lifelong war? Hell scorchin' hot flames, I don't wanna see it no more.

Most of my life I lived this way and try to see it no more.

These demons'll love to send me off just to settle the score.

So I'll reverse the negative and proceed to hit 'em with more. Mark my words, I'm the nigga and my rhymes hardcore. Until I die,

I'm gon' blaze and get big paper for sure.

Stuck to the grind, crimes and dimes. Crack houses, hood rats, and crickets one times.

We stay grindin', bitch, so unless you're blind, you can catch us on the motherfuckin' grind.

Stuck to the grind, crimes and dimes. Crack houses, hood rats, and crickets one times.

We stay grindin', bitch, so unless you're blind, you can catch us on the motherfuckin' grind.

My topic of discussion is hustlin', gettin' skrilla.

Can't touch it if the shit ain't Godzilla. It's the return of the green-eyed gorilla.

Man, that boy, he need Jesus. When he creep, he don't just creep while you're sleepin'.

Heard your main pipes rusty and leakin', just drippin' information.

Your girl gave your boy the location.

Now your favorite, I deal with niggas who got strikes and stripes. Some of these niggas ain't held a job in they life.

Just to get shit right, it seems like eternity. So when I spit, I'ma spit for my hurtin' G's.

Quarter keys, hoes in Belize, fifth and ree, that's my motto.

I got the name Fifth 'cause I stays with a bottle. A buck for a lotto or a buck for a swisher.

I gamble with the swisher 'cause I knows what it get ya.

I knows my niggas just like I knows dro. Can't stand broke hoes, bust they head, bloody nose.

Stuck to the grind, crimes and dimes. Crack houses, hood rats, and crickets one times.

We stay grindin', bitch, so unless you're blind, you can catch us on the motherfuckin' grind.

Stuck to the grind, crimes and dimes. Crack houses, hood rats, and crickets one times.

We stay grindin', bitch, so unless you're blind, you can catch us on the motherfuckin' grind.