Lyrics

[Hook - Pak-Man] I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes See it's just the same shit, different day I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes See it's just the same shit, different day [Verse 1 - Joe Black] It's the same shit different day living in my cold city Life expectancy's low if you ain't got no strizzy Show no pity so merciless bruddas roll with me I've got G's in my unit, no 50 I can solve your problems, my city's full of mobsters Resident Evil, my city's full of monsters We shoot first and ask questions last It's no comment to whatever the feds may ask I swear I still grind in the flats They hit my homie Loonz up with a five for the strap I'm a smooth hustler, I'm nice to the cats Cause see if they get nicked they ain't likely to rat on me Now sometimes I ask myself Where's all my true niggas at? Am I the last one left? Life's one big exam, I hope I pass my test Paranoia's got me thinking bout life after death [Hook - Pak-Man] I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes See it's just the same shit, different day I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes See it's just the same shit, different day [Verse 2 - Pak-Man] They say "This life's a test, prepare for what comes after" I say "My life's a mess, I'm tryna raise some funds faster" Hit the slums harder, there's no turning back Still I never burned a stack that I've earned off rap There's no pitching me, I've got heart But when you're swimming deep you've gotta watch sharks You've gotta clock narcs, just watch how that coke moves Don't stunt on a broke goon, that's not smart I did what I could, gave all the youngers white Cause Shreddies don't help in the hood when the hunger strikes Small artillery, fuck what your numbers like You can bring a bag of goons, brudda we ain't come to fight You don't know about the night shift, ducking the jakes I'm still making the white flip up in the States You ain't the type to buy bricks, you're cutting an eighth You will die if you try shit, fuck with my papes [Hook - Pak-Man] I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes See it's just the same shit, different day I'm out here on my grind, money's on my mind Fam I'm tryna get it in a different way Listen to my rhymes, look into my eyes See it's just the same shit, different day [Verse 3 - Pak-Man & Joe Black] I'm tired of the same shite, linking the same cats Four times the same night, but that's what the game's like That's what the game's like I'll be rapping and bagging up at the same time I'm tryna make mine To bill a strong line you've gotta take time They heard we got that B and that strong white Through the grapevine I'm on the roads trapping, out on that late grind I'm in the kitchen, catch me bagging up that weight all night And I just explain my life when I lace the mic The fiend's face goes numb when he tastes the white Cocaine cowboy, you know where the snow at Certified road rap, I hollered at Joe Black I know the roads like a sat-nav Wraps in a black bag, I hollered at Pak-Man South to the North side, yeah we let our straps bang North to the South side, all we do is stack grands