Long Time (Grinder)

Wow, wow, wow...
'Cause I'm a grinder (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause 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 protected by any physical preference
Might forget to pray, but get much respect up in Heaven
Growl, got a loud sound (uh)

Make 'em bow down
Blinded by the silver lining in the brown cloud
You ain't wild, okay, you don't bounce
You get blown, blown, tryna frown
Like you won't get found somewhere downtown
By a killer in the inner city where you ride around

For a long time, I been getting paper
I could never mind stepping 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 getting paper
I got my money right, bitch, get out the way

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

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause 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 repercussion where they blast rounds
You ain't busting, 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 there with the phone calls

It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
But my mind is on hustling
When I was dead broke, wasn't nobody tryna fuck with me?
Now I'm Dead Game, people trying to get in touch with me
Now my dreads hang, name ringing in the city streets
You mad 'cause your kids and your baby momma feeling me

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

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

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I get money for real (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
'Cause 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 getting paper
I could never mind stepping on you haters
For a long time, I been getting paper
I could never mind stepping on you haters