Respect the Grind
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No I'm not a rap nigga, I'm a real nigga
No sugarcoat my jacket leather, that's what real get ya
Tough skinned, don't fuck with me if you bullshitting
Guns, girls, and ganja, I was taught that was good living
Born Christian, so Lord forgive him for constant sinning
If you ain't in my J's who are you to be a critic
I'm addicted to getting money and bad bitches
Writing history on these beats like hieroglyphics
You ever been to my city? Ain't no chances that's given
JSO is a gimmick, niggas hoes like bitches
Ain't no loyalty in these streets they'll turn in a minute
So the ones you call your friends watch em like television
Nigga I'm just chillin my chain on eskimo
My flow hot as a drought in hell and I'm in winter clothes
Still ain't sweating a soul I take the hatred in stride
I got the pride of a king nigga respect my grind, I go and get it
'Til the day that I die I'm gon get it, success stay on my mind
And they can say what they wanna say but them niggas they gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
They gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Real niggas make it happen when the grind get real
Ok I'm out here on this rap hustle
I know you niggas see me tryna make it out this struggle
But all I get is your negativity, no I love you's
It doesn't bother, it's just funny that you go out your way to hate a nigga
But I keep it moving, no excuses
Aye it's a dirty game, fame or money, what you choosing
I put my all in this music so if I fail imma coming for retribution
These streets ain't where you make it, that's been proven
But its all we ever knew
Survival only comes if you make it from war
The Bible all we need but it don't pay so we ignore
Niggas rather be Michael, than be like who they are
Cause being fresh as Jordan can get yo foot in the door
I'm tryna make moves like hokey pokey
Tryna turn my life around and say goodbye to the old me
Cause the streets got my number and if the price right I'll answer
I got everything to gain, I go and get it, no questions, respect the grind
'Til the day that I die I'm gon get it, success stay on my mind
And they can say what they wanna say but them niggas they gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
They gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Real niggas make it happen when the grind get real
First rap check I put it in my mama account
Still waiting on that check where I can go and buy her a house
I have a sudden disconnect if you ain't talking deposits
You niggas skimp on your hustle, I just don't fathom ya logic
Let's be honest, homicidal with these nouns and verbs, no accomplice
I've accomplished more than what they expected, so fuck ya comments
Haters counting my problems, I'm counting dollars, weighing options
Grinding 'til they have to pay respects to my fallen
Ain't nothing ever been given, ain't tryna live up an image
The only child of a village whose only hope is his lyrics
I'm finna kill all these spirits that all these rap niggas feeling
Ain't no respect for you bitches, we know what's real when we hear it
Chulo
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Uh
Uh
Uh
No I'm not a rap nigga, I'm a real nigga
No sugarcoat my jacket leather, that's what real get ya
Tough skinned, don't fuck with me if you bullshitting
Guns, girls, and ganja, I was taught that was good living
Born Christian, so Lord forgive him for constant sinning
If you ain't in my J's who are you to be a critic
I'm addicted to getting money and bad bitches
Writing history on these beats like hieroglyphics
You ever been to my city? Ain't no chances that's given
JSO is a gimmick, niggas hoes like bitches
Ain't no loyalty in these streets they'll turn in a minute
So the ones you call your friends watch em like television
Nigga I'm just chillin my chain on eskimo
My flow hot as a drought in hell and I'm in winter clothes
Still ain't sweating a soul I take the hatred in stride
I got the pride of a king nigga respect my grind, I go and get it
'Til the day that I die I'm gon get it, success stay on my mind
And they can say what they wanna say but them niggas they gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
They gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Real niggas make it happen when the grind get real
Ok I'm out here on this rap hustle
I know you niggas see me tryna make it out this struggle
But all I get is your negativity, no I love you's
It doesn't bother, it's just funny that you go out your way to hate a nigga
But I keep it moving, no excuses
Aye it's a dirty game, fame or money, what you choosing
I put my all in this music so if I fail imma coming for retribution
These streets ain't where you make it, that's been proven
But its all we ever knew
Survival only comes if you make it from war
The Bible all we need but it don't pay so we ignore
Niggas rather be Michael, than be like who they are
Cause being fresh as Jordan can get yo foot in the door
I'm tryna make moves like hokey pokey
Tryna turn my life around and say goodbye to the old me
Cause the streets got my number and if the price right I'll answer
I got everything to gain, I go and get it, no questions, respect the grind
'Til the day that I die I'm gon get it, success stay on my mind
And they can say what they wanna say but them niggas they gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
Respect the grind
They gotta respect the grind
Respect the grind
Real niggas make it happen when the grind get real
First rap check I put it in my mama account
Still waiting on that check where I can go and buy her a house
I have a sudden disconnect if you ain't talking deposits
You niggas skimp on your hustle, I just don't fathom ya logic
Let's be honest, homicidal with these nouns and verbs, no accomplice
I've accomplished more than what they expected, so fuck ya comments
Haters counting my problems, I'm counting dollars, weighing options
Grinding 'til they have to pay respects to my fallen
Ain't nothing ever been given, ain't tryna live up an image
The only child of a village whose only hope is his lyrics
I'm finna kill all these spirits that all these rap niggas feeling
Ain't no respect for you bitches, we know what's real when we hear it
Chulo
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Writer(s): Brandin Ross
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