Lil Keke - This a Grind Lyrics
(feat. Propain & Mug)[Talking]7-13 the truth, ok that's rightWe stuck out here in the streets niggaStill searching for a piece of mindThe hustle is all we got, I'ma grind to the end niggaI take this shit to the limit, everything from my heart nigga[Lil' Keke]They say I'm still, one the best there isBeen on the hustle getting paid, for some months over yearsAsk God every night, to remove my fearsI done lost a whole lot, but had to lose them tears to switch gearsA lot of niggaz, follow my leadMy team strong ***** failing cause we must succeed, a rare breedCrazy, when I smoke that weedI guess these constant bad habits put my mind at ease, I gotta breatheThe streets, get a lot of my timeGot me praying real hard, for a piece of my mindYeah I'm still pressing forward, ***** lagging behindBout my bidness everyday, while these niggaz is crying and I ain't lyingMash cause I must get mineWhen your days get dark, you know it's tougher to shineSlow it down get your head right, then unwindNever gave up I stayed on the grind my nigga, it's my time[Chorus]I'm still one of the best of my kindOut here working, and I'm searching for a piece of my mindLord knows, I'm out here hustling for the rest of my timeCrawling back, and still looking for the front of the line I'm on the grindHey this shit a grind (grind), this shit a grind (grind)This shit a grind, I can't stand wasting timeSo I'm getting mine (mine), I'm getting mine (mine)I'm getting mine, putting it all on the line[Propain]Yeah, was bred to get it in the hardest timesTwo options where I'm from, you either starve or grindSouthside nigga, we was taught to shineMind of a G *****, hustling this heart of mineI'm dying, what you gon' do when that court declineAnd your gal *****ing in your ear, because your daughter cryingGrind, mayn a helping hand is hard to findYou gotta hit these streets become a beast, morphing timeDiamonds round my neck, same thang around my wristJust a year ago, these niggaz claimed I wouldn't amount to shitNow me and my niggaz hopping off of planes, counting chipsI went from getting hate, to treated like a king around this *****I got my foot on they neck, and I won't let goAnd still pimping pens, till I'm platinum in the ghettoYeah, I ain't stunting I ain't cappingI'm just motivating these real niggaz, showing em it can happen I'm grinding[Chorus][Mug]I swear I'm on a grind, on that all night shitAnything gotta be better, than them all white bricksFeds lurking through the neighborhood, gotta watch how I talk on the phoneSo much going through my mind, can't express it on one songI'm in the field as we speak, on my gorilla shitSeen myself on TV, I couldn't picture thisDo it for the smell of success, that's fresh airYou thinking bout tomorrow, I'm stacking for next yearKids need food, daddy stay on a missionSo ***** getting a plate, I'm building my own kitchenHungry all about my scratch, palms itchingHaters sick thinking I won't explode, this bomb's ticking[Chorus]
