On The Grind

Lyrics

[Intro] (aaahhhh) Oh yeah, read one of these bed time stories (whats happening baby) I'm gonna tell you a little story about my life (thats right) Mr. Kane, see I once knew this wise old man People thought he was a fool Sipping on this thunder chicken But he sat me down, and he told me boy He said listen... [Hook] He told me that this little world Ain't really what it seems to be Take care of your family Or get left behind And don't let no one tell you that You can't fulfil your dreams Stay real to the game, don't get left behind Homie, stay on the grind If you stay straight and forward Everything will work out fine He said soldier, stay on the grind He said don't miss a traitor Or get left behind [Interlude] Uhh, {the world is P baby?} You do believe in millennium balling Uh, yes I do believe in it Battlecat Huh, well alright We ain't gonna kick a verse on this 1 Game recognize game You know what i'm saying Mr. Kane Well alright We just gone let it ride We gone flow to this Kokane on ya brain It's a damn shame C'mon, one more time [Hook] [Verse 1] Player partner let me holla at ya Sip this yak and just relax I'm about to speak and teach on nothing but facts Crush up a sack with a whole brick Hugging a gatt, thugging is back For the little homies who move in their pack Keeping using them straps On them bitch made niggas like that Who wanna roll through and crawl on And get they ball on Here player light this weed Don't worry about nothing Cause my partner in town Is three-fifth for a cold pound Grinding to the sunshine, splittin the cells We ain't gone worry about one-time Lets get our mail Paper chasing in the fast lane Escaping the drama Hit a lick, bought some shit, slid some chips to mamma In a ordinary fashion, flashing, mashing for paper In the mist of money makers, player-haters and fakers Take care of your family first And god do the rest Business as usual, nothing more, nothing less [Hook] Homie, stay on the grind If you stay straight and forward Everything will work out fine He said soldier, stay on the grind He said don't miss a traitor Or get left behind [Verse 2] Life got a way Of slapping you in the face From a innocent child To catching your first case Most black folks go to jail Before they ever see college Most homies in the pen Acquired a gang of knowledge Jails are pumping up Lights, TECs and Glocks From the L.A. county To the outskirts of Watts Living in poverty Ain't a damn thing funny The system stand up Provide people not to make money I remember standing in the County Line like Coolio With a bomb ass record deal Feeling like i'm just something Then I got to thinking Ahh, self-pitty don't have nathing to do with the progression of {self?} It's your [?] don't be a disaster See I'd rather have a million niggas mad at me Just to see my pockets happy Real nigga gonna keep it nappy Real nigga gonna keep it nappy On the grind, on the grind On the grind-ha-ha [Outro] Well alright, now you have it A story thats been told Umm, if you wanna be rich get up off your ass Put it in gear baby It's going down Millennium balling Well alright