On the Grind
Yea
Critical mass, the criminal stash
Original grass for the subliminal blast, I bike fast
Five hundred skaters pushin' down Broad street
He bought up all the plants
Vegans eatin' raw meat now
Polyphonically tonic harmonic sonnets
If you want it platonic
Give me back my Panasonic and chronic
We make a way like our single mothers
Stay warm under a single cover
Pigs puttin' humans in cages it's outrageous
This kid's superhuman on pages and on stages
Organize it cunningly to live life abundantly
The dollar's gettin' weak
The wise seek foreign currency
Give me that paper with the colors like the sunset
Forget what they said
Wealth is good for your health great for your head
Grateful for bread
Whole wheat with butter and honey
It's funny these purists say they don't do it for money
Whole wheat with butter and honey
It's funny these purists say they don't do it for money
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
It's on my mind again
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
You know it's on my mind
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click, click, click
Biking with a broken leg
Cane strapped to the frame
Broke it again skidding out in the rain
My ambition is peerless, heart is fearless
Can you hear this, producer, rap, singer, engineered this
And that ain't even the half
Tryna spend and save it so I finished my math
Like I finished the path
Breaking hard in the city so I finished my pads
Replenish the stash
A young guerilla with spinach for cash
Eatin' well on what you spendin' for gas
You let me know when you ready for
Revolution and all the shootin'
That you be talkin' about
In the meantime, I'm fine spittin' rhymes to shine
And cop a crib on Pine or Locust, I'm focused
I sprayed my name on a cop car
But I'd rather be a rock star
Movin' units in Munich
I sprayed my name on a cop car
But I'd rather be a rock star
Movin' units in Munich
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
It's on my mind again
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
You know it's on my mind
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click, click, click
Critical mass, the criminal stash
Original grass for the subliminal blast, I bike fast
Five hundred skaters pushin' down Broad street
He bought up all the plants
Vegans eatin' raw meat now
Polyphonically tonic harmonic sonnets
If you want it platonic
Give me back my Panasonic and chronic
We make a way like our single mothers
Stay warm under a single cover
Pigs puttin' humans in cages it's outrageous
This kid's superhuman on pages and on stages
Organize it cunningly to live life abundantly
The dollar's gettin' weak
The wise seek foreign currency
Give me that paper with the colors like the sunset
Forget what they said
Wealth is good for your health great for your head
Grateful for bread
Whole wheat with butter and honey
It's funny these purists say they don't do it for money
Whole wheat with butter and honey
It's funny these purists say they don't do it for money
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
It's on my mind again
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
You know it's on my mind
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click, click, click
Biking with a broken leg
Cane strapped to the frame
Broke it again skidding out in the rain
My ambition is peerless, heart is fearless
Can you hear this, producer, rap, singer, engineered this
And that ain't even the half
Tryna spend and save it so I finished my math
Like I finished the path
Breaking hard in the city so I finished my pads
Replenish the stash
A young guerilla with spinach for cash
Eatin' well on what you spendin' for gas
You let me know when you ready for
Revolution and all the shootin'
That you be talkin' about
In the meantime, I'm fine spittin' rhymes to shine
And cop a crib on Pine or Locust, I'm focused
I sprayed my name on a cop car
But I'd rather be a rock star
Movin' units in Munich
I sprayed my name on a cop car
But I'd rather be a rock star
Movin' units in Munich
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
It's on my mind again
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click
On the grind again
I want a few nice things
We get our thoughts right we could live like kings
You know it's on my mind
Think and grow rich
Got the plan and the action
It's all startin' to click, click, click
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Writer(s): Jamil Kayin
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