Lyrics:
They got us choppin and, baggin and
Servin that shit to niggaz 16 bars at a time now
The crime is undetectable by the feds
Cause in heads of our kids is
a friend,
making love till we are both spent,
give me more Sugar, you are gods sent,
one, two,
grind it up smooth,
three, four,
OCB, RAW,
five, six,
a big
doubt in my mind that will stop my grind
I just want to find my inner me to forgive my enemy
I want to spread love in the world
Words as my sword
I want
Started wit a dolla and a dream
Now i’m out here plottin schemes
Always on my fuckin grind
From my job to behind the scenes
Trynna put on for my team
The game is overcrowded so we fight for space
Neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win
Tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay
the taste's the same sour, bitter
I do it old school like grind the grain - flour, pita bread
Now we rip up nature to grow the feed to devour critter
Like apes
I had to grind for cash
Hustler on some natural shit hop up in a rocket blast
My whole team been on they toes
We been busting through them doors
If we
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
got candy rims and beat, then you got you a slab
You cooking chickens in the kitchen, boy you off in the lab
Boys that hustle they grind, and if your
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
shit to life I don't want no less
Then a cutie by my side
Big booty big thighs
To afford this life
Cuz I want more but I'm
Running out of time yes I
Born in Jamaica
Raised in Kingston
Where OG's be gettin it
And them yungins be raising big guns...
Boy this lifestyle
We live inside the garrison
Man
It's true
I been dreaming bout your body
I been missing you
Hard to keep you by my side
Cause I got things to do
No I won't forget you
Next time that
just feel tired
Work until they put us in our grave
Just to get by
And Yolos not the only fucking way
you can live twice
Born again, death of the ego
the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is
not taught in our schools
Nor analyzed by professors
But almost all of us at some point
Have glimpses of it in our own experience
game we call life
Better grind until we make it, prove yourself before we die
No lie
I been thinking bout this sentence all night
Are we creating our own
It's the kali to the world, cause now they listen to our sound
Aye, as a youngin coming out on the grind
While making moves and shooting hoops just
and named our daughter Lexus
Brooklyn niggas call me sun
Cause I shine like one
You see me shinnin
I call my myself a ghetto mogul cuz I grind like one
You
Eastside Lights/Hold You
Written by Ja'Rahn Leveston
Eastside lights cast our shadows
Against the pavement no we don’t feel
Yea we’re just roaming
The youths are dieing prematurely so am always on guard
Asswearu ghad my ten toes are dedicated for tha grind (hun hun)
All I demand for is your grace by grace
So everybody put your shades on
Poobie came to show +Love+ like +Faizon+
Every bar that I carve is amaz-on
Wack niggas can't seem to feel our play
sound, these just a tears of a clown
Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta save the children
But first, we gotta save our spoons
I was taught
of friends
Big bro was on the grind just to get Them enns
A couple bumps on the road gotta a Nigga to crash
Couldn't take on the rent yeah we Down til our last
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