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I'm on the grind, trying to make paper stack up |
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And if I slip and fall, then |
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I get back up |
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A two piece, any hater that wanna act up |
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And if boxing don't work, a glock got my back up pimping |
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Talking down, is a thing of the past |
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Instead of tripping off of me, you should be getting your cash |
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I got a lot of paparazzi, trying to see through my glass |
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Well peep game |
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I'm bout to teach class, listen to me |
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I'm a hustler, with only one thing on my mind |
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And that's getting all that's mine, while |
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I'm in my prime |
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Whether it's legal or a crime, the police still blind |
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Cause I'm quiet and hush-hush, like a mime |
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I'm gon shine, but not till the appropriate time |
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So I nickel and dime, every lick |
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I find If |
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I fall in a bind, my inventory still fine |
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I never let a slump, influence the way |
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I grind baby [Hook] |
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All day and every night, |
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I think about one thang |
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Stacking my change, and that ain't never gon change |
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I got plans for running game, until the money is drained |
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Putting rocks in my ring, and ride a drop on swangs |
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Steady hustling on the grind, out here doing my thang |
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I'm just trying to maintain, how many licks |
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I could stang |
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But these boys who talking loud, they ain't got nothing to say |
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But I ain't worried, |
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I'm just trying to get paid [Paul Wall] |
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I'm on the grind, |
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I hustle everyday all day |
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I'm trying to shine, with muscle and show off parque |
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I lost time in the struggle, so |
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I grind always |
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Cause on my mind, |
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I'm making up for lost pay |
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I'm using my past for inspiration, when |
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I was broke |
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I had dreams and aspirations, influenced by hope |
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I get up get out and get it, while |
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I can cause |
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I might get jammed |
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Life don't always go, the way that you plan |
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Instead of ducking the undercovers, or snoring undercovers |
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I'm climbing out the underground, increasing my numbers 24/7 |
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I grind, ain't no time for sleep |
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Cause if you snooze you lose, and if you sleep you won't eat pimping |
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I go and get it, being broke |
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I ain't with it |
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A different hustle every minute, if |
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I said it |
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I did it I can't let no critic, influence my mash for paper |
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I grind major |
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I'ma shine later, holla playa [Hook] [Paul Wall] |
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I'm on the grind, |
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I worked for everything that |
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I got I go and get it while it's hot, |
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I'm on the block nonstop |
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Cause I remember, when |
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I didn't have didly squat |
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And I'm not, trying to make a |
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U-turn from the top pimping |
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It ain't no time, for relationships |
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Cause 99 percent of dips, will try to take your chips |
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Ain't no slipping in my pimping, or slacking on my macking |
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These boys lazy |
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Cadillac'ing, while |
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I'm greenback stacking |
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Cause, while they in they bed catching they |
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Z's I'm in the streets, trying to catch me some |
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G's I gotta go and get all that |
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I'm worth, cause being broke hurt |
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And I ain't got time for shooting the breeze, check me out |
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I hustle like a fiend, cause |
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I'm addicted to cash |
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I can't let my window, of oppritunity pass |
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It really ain't no telling, how long my money gon last |
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So I mash and get it fast, first class for real [Hook - 2x] |