Grinder

'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Let the light hit on the ice
The chain keeps swinging
Love women with ass but they names keep changing
Move a lot of weight
My section ain't safe
Definitely protective of any physical preference
Might forget to pray but get much respect up in heaven
Graw got a loud sound (Ugh)
Make 'em bow down
Blinded by the silver linin'
In the brown cloud
You ain't wylin
Okay you don't bounce
You get blown blown
Tryna' frown like you won't get found
Somewhere down town
By a killer in the inner city
And where you ride around

For a long time I been gettin' paper
I could never mind steppin' on you haters
See I don't know what you think but they feel I'm retarded
Know it's a name for it but I don't know what to call it
For a long time I been gettin' paper
I got my money right, bitch get out the way

'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Being the subject of the repercussion
Where they blast rounds
You ain't bustin' it ain't no discussion
You can stand down
First I tell my homeboy
Point me and his bitch out
Then I let my pants sag
Then I pull my dick out
Turn my phone off
Don't want no phone calls
Too many women
They get sick me with them phone calls
It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
But my mind is on hustling
When I was dead broke
Weren't nobody trying to fuck with me
Now I Dead Game
People try to get in touch with me
Now my dreads hang
I ain't ringing in the city streets
You mad because your kids and your baby momma feeling me

For a long time I been gettin' paper
I could never steppin' on you haters
My homeboy tripping, 'cause he's an alcoholic
Know it's a name for it but I don't know what to call it

'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cus I'm a grinder (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

For a long time I been gettin' paper
I could never steppin' on you hater
For a long time I been gettin' paper
I could never steppin' on you haters