On The Grind

Paul Wall & Freeway & Crys Wall - Rap, Texas Rap
On The Grind
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Duration: 3:45
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[Chorus: Paul Wall, Crys Wall & both] I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down (Mh) Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin' all year 'round (Mh) I'm on the block with the gangsters, stayin' ten toes down I'm on the grind (I'm on my grind) I'm on the grind all night 'til the sun come up (Yeah) Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck (Oh) I'm making moves, stacking paper 'cause I'm handlin' all I'm on the my grind I'm on my grind Check me out, baby (Mh) [Verse 1: Paul Wall] I got money on my mind, big Frank on my brain Intoxicated by visions of chains and diamond rings One thing here to obtain is fortune, forget the fame Been ballin' since back in the game, been changin' the strings These lames tend to complain, it's a goddamn shame You think you flyer than a plane, but you washed up in the drain Baby, pick the picture frame, it's all work no play My hustle schedule is simply, all night, all day I'm snappin' like paparazzi, I'm plottin' on Maserati Been grindin' since lotty dotty, tryin' to earn that pay Collectin' that green paper, I'm scheming and pulling capers I'm giving these broads the vapers, from the fold to the tray I'm on the grind [Chorus: Paul Wall, Crys Wall & both] I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down (Mh) Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin' all year 'round (Mh) I'm on the block with the gangsters, stayin' ten toes down I'm on the grind (I'm on my grind) I'm on the grind all night 'til the sun come up (Yeah) Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck (Oh) I'm making moves, stacking paper 'cause I'm handlin' all I'm on the my grind I'm on my grind Let me tell you a lil' bit 'bout myself [Verse 2: Paul Wall] My hustle is Godzilla, my muscle is King Kong My mind is Einstein, my flow is off the dome My grind is dope feen, addicted to counting green My money is Bill Gates, my ballin' is Yao Ming I'm not impressed with bling, I'm more concerned with ching Grinding since I was a teen, money over everything See, I'm all about that paper stacks and bank rolls The Lacs all fo's with drank cold and dank roll Hustle is my hobby, inspired by Jonny Gotti, call me Give me the wallet 'cause it's time to collect VS up in the Johnny watch, shinin' so clear The face look like a mirror, call it time to reflect I'm on the grind [Chorus: Paul Wall, Crys Wall & both] I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down (Mh) Puttin' paper in my pockets, grindin' all year 'round (Mh) I'm on the block with the gangsters, stayin' ten toes down I'm on the grind (I'm on my grind) I'm on the grind all night 'til the sun come up (Yeah) Countin' cash up in the cut, tryin' to make me a buck (Oh) I'm making moves, stacking paper 'cause I'm handlin' all I'm on the my grind I'm on my grind [Verse 3: Freeway] Okay, uh Heavyweight champ of the [?], people's champ in the building People love to have to do it again, so cherish the moment I stand with the soldiers, but I'm the saw and you compare me to no one Prepare for atonement I'm through with takin' fruit from the garden On my grind like brakes to them bad rotors This your last notice, keep it rollin' and get it poppin' I take twelve houses, gettin' 'em poppin' like it's The Carter from like Rich Porter Aaron Jones in the form of flowin' You should grind harder, matter of fact grind smarter You need to map it out, so you can get where you goin' I got where I'm at by planning how to get where I'm goin' And if a nigga ever try to approach us, we sparked it out, think Y'all rappers are actors, we tyrants and pirates Take your niggas to the plank, walk it out, drink Atlantic Ocean punch, freeze another lunch Grind all day until the sun darken out, hey Y'all niggas take breaks, we goin' all out And we ridin' the car out 'til it conked out Then we cop up some more cars, we rap stars It's the Roc, we birth niggas, then rock niggas Lay a nigga down in his own house, then ride off I'm connected, I pop off, then hide out (Yeah) Down in Houston with Paul Wall, y'all all soft Like my Gucci leather, y'all never [?] I'm like look who's here, [?] I'm on my grind forever
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Credits
- Writers
- Paul Wall
- Freeway
- Crys Wall
- Mr. Lee713