Grind Time Pay Style
Yeah! Grinding hard
Its time I grind hard
Let no one stop me from shining huh
Yeah! Grinding hard
Its time I grind hard
Let no one stop me from shining huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah ok
Its great slam records
Grinding rocker on the rocks
Get it shaked, not stered
Ryms spin nonstop, 24's, yes, sir
I got diamonds in my watch, they'll blind you if you watch
A fucking two white while another sit and watch
Moving weight out of state, I done waste no time
Then I'm headed back to Georgia, I got Georgia on my mind
And seats reclining, ryms keep shining
It's grind time official, and we day to day grinding
Money where your mouth is, know where your house is
Keep your mouth shut, boy, you know how the south is
I ain't gotta worry, 'cause I know what clout is
Supply and demand, and I know when the drought is
So get it straight, regulate these interstates
It's grind time official, officially, all thе rest is fake
So cut the cake, for you you niggas that duplicatе
It's grind time official, now allow me to demenstrate
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
Stay on your grind at all fucking times
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
It's grind time official, don't fuck with it, nigga
Bitch like riding in my whip, sware to god
Bitch like riding on my dick, now that's hard
Fuck what my record sold, motherfucker, fuck that
I got the grind and got rich, sold crack
Can't depend on no man or bitch to feed me
'Cause what they eat don't make me shit, get it
Won a Grammy, but that don't matter, ask P boss
A statue don't make my pockets fatter, get cheese, ho
If it ain't about stacking paper, you a lame
Grind time ain't a label, sucker, this a gang
No matter what he say in his raps, we ain't the same
Bring his ass back to the vill, and take his chain
You looking for the hardest here, I'm the man
But what about? Fuck that nigga, I'm the man
I write it on a bullet, and put it in his brain
Killer Kill from the vill, nigga, grind time gang
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
Stay on your grind at all fucking times
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
It's grind time official, don't fuck with it, nigga
It's a line back, I'ma keep that blow
Rym on my back, my feet get swole
Grind time official its please they know
Or don't why the hell do they beat me for?
Jones on deck, Killer in the spot
Stay meditate you know
Wait till you get shot
Its been killer bee since Killer been hot
That's a very long time, that's a very long grind
Stay down, A-Town, with a very night
They're grief then turned me into a hero
Served about a man like Pero
Best but core will be no
Four fowl boy for ABV for, now I face
Now I face the green light
Know how you
I'm that one hitter quitter, knock a nigga face flat
Take that, and fat like Pat, don't say jack
Escape lets get back before my birth
The more I work, the more I'm worth
So why on Earth would I not grind?
When that's the only reason I got shine
Try to block mine, and pop goes the Glock nine
Running red lights, never mind stop signs
My time for a G up, no slowing me up
It's Jones
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
Stay on your grind at all fucking times
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
It's grind time official, don't fuck with it, nigga
Its time I grind hard
Let no one stop me from shining huh
Yeah! Grinding hard
Its time I grind hard
Let no one stop me from shining huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah ok
Its great slam records
Grinding rocker on the rocks
Get it shaked, not stered
Ryms spin nonstop, 24's, yes, sir
I got diamonds in my watch, they'll blind you if you watch
A fucking two white while another sit and watch
Moving weight out of state, I done waste no time
Then I'm headed back to Georgia, I got Georgia on my mind
And seats reclining, ryms keep shining
It's grind time official, and we day to day grinding
Money where your mouth is, know where your house is
Keep your mouth shut, boy, you know how the south is
I ain't gotta worry, 'cause I know what clout is
Supply and demand, and I know when the drought is
So get it straight, regulate these interstates
It's grind time official, officially, all thе rest is fake
So cut the cake, for you you niggas that duplicatе
It's grind time official, now allow me to demenstrate
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
Stay on your grind at all fucking times
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
It's grind time official, don't fuck with it, nigga
Bitch like riding in my whip, sware to god
Bitch like riding on my dick, now that's hard
Fuck what my record sold, motherfucker, fuck that
I got the grind and got rich, sold crack
Can't depend on no man or bitch to feed me
'Cause what they eat don't make me shit, get it
Won a Grammy, but that don't matter, ask P boss
A statue don't make my pockets fatter, get cheese, ho
If it ain't about stacking paper, you a lame
Grind time ain't a label, sucker, this a gang
No matter what he say in his raps, we ain't the same
Bring his ass back to the vill, and take his chain
You looking for the hardest here, I'm the man
But what about? Fuck that nigga, I'm the man
I write it on a bullet, and put it in his brain
Killer Kill from the vill, nigga, grind time gang
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
Stay on your grind at all fucking times
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
It's grind time official, don't fuck with it, nigga
It's a line back, I'ma keep that blow
Rym on my back, my feet get swole
Grind time official its please they know
Or don't why the hell do they beat me for?
Jones on deck, Killer in the spot
Stay meditate you know
Wait till you get shot
Its been killer bee since Killer been hot
That's a very long time, that's a very long grind
Stay down, A-Town, with a very night
They're grief then turned me into a hero
Served about a man like Pero
Best but core will be no
Four fowl boy for ABV for, now I face
Now I face the green light
Know how you
I'm that one hitter quitter, knock a nigga face flat
Take that, and fat like Pat, don't say jack
Escape lets get back before my birth
The more I work, the more I'm worth
So why on Earth would I not grind?
When that's the only reason I got shine
Try to block mine, and pop goes the Glock nine
Running red lights, never mind stop signs
My time for a G up, no slowing me up
It's Jones
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
Stay on your grind at all fucking times
Grind (shit) time, (shit) grind (shit) time
It's grind time official, don't fuck with it, nigga
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Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render
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