On My Grind
Can't even really be rap
You can't even really act like you gotta get it in without a, uh
(Wait a minute) Shit, cocksuckers, oh
It's your man, Joey
Reportin' live from the slums
Reportin' live from the belly of the beast
Reportin' live from a hood near you
Or maybe not so near you
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
I'm more like steamrollin'
More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hold on for dear life, the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art to son, let's rewind
See, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood
Jetted to a new state, lookin' for a new pace
Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the food cache
Swear a friend of mine headlined every news page
With dreams of bein' wealthy
You now checkin' out the New Jersey version of Peter Petrelli
But wait, with a lil' Travis Barker on the side
'Cause when it all falls down, I normally survive
I'm tryna see a new tax bracket
So I'll never have to grab matics
I ain't concerned with no rap racket
So y'all could take my name through the mud and drag it
Spread it to the masses, I still play it passive
I got no choice but walk around with the lead on me
Life is way too short, too many dead homies
Plus, with all the money I invest
Everyday a nigga die for less
So, if a nigga wanna go to war, wave hi to death
I mean he lives right next to me, so he ain't a threat to me
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed
A rapper you know, a straight feast on a lame
And rock on a track, beast on the game
(Damn right I'm on my grind)
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
(Damn right I'm on my grind) one, two, one, two, mic check
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
I'm still livin' life in the fast lane
Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley
And Woody thinkin' how to rob a cash train
Shittin' on ho's that'll act fain
'Til the whole world know his last name (wait a minute)
Still spit like it ain't no tomorrow
It ain't over y'all, underrated so I overcharge
Ol' Dodge, radio off, fuck a station
Get to know me through the music, not a publication (naw)
It's no justification, mean enough with the waitin'
I lost all my trust and my patience
That came without the crown or the chair or the robe
Nigga, I don't care what you sow (wait a minute)
They let the beast outta the cage, look at the hunger
Gotcha self into some shit, look at the plunger
I'm talkin' 'cause I'm livin' it, entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit
Though a few haters wanna Kinder it
I'm comin' with some different shit
An' these offices all about my paper, that's that Dunder Mifflin shit
Rapper on 'roids, sick with the thoughts
But managed to keep my name out the mention report
See I'ma inspiration for a whole generation
Even when I'm gone, but my message is indication
Then you too can attain the unattainable
(But) fuck tryna explain the unexplainable
Fuck
Don't talk to me nigga, know what I mean
Who the fuck am I to try to explain some shit to niggas
I ain't no fuckin' professional and I ain't no teacher
I ain't one of the old heads to get high and start kickin' dollars, fuck niggas
Get your own experience nigga
Don't lean on me
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed
A rapper you know, a straight feast on a lame
And rock on a track, beast on the game
(Damn right I'm on my grind)
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
(Damn right I'm on my grind)
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
You can't even really act like you gotta get it in without a, uh
(Wait a minute) Shit, cocksuckers, oh
It's your man, Joey
Reportin' live from the slums
Reportin' live from the belly of the beast
Reportin' live from a hood near you
Or maybe not so near you
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
I'm more like steamrollin'
More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hold on for dear life, the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art to son, let's rewind
See, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood
Jetted to a new state, lookin' for a new pace
Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the food cache
Swear a friend of mine headlined every news page
With dreams of bein' wealthy
You now checkin' out the New Jersey version of Peter Petrelli
But wait, with a lil' Travis Barker on the side
'Cause when it all falls down, I normally survive
I'm tryna see a new tax bracket
So I'll never have to grab matics
I ain't concerned with no rap racket
So y'all could take my name through the mud and drag it
Spread it to the masses, I still play it passive
I got no choice but walk around with the lead on me
Life is way too short, too many dead homies
Plus, with all the money I invest
Everyday a nigga die for less
So, if a nigga wanna go to war, wave hi to death
I mean he lives right next to me, so he ain't a threat to me
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed
A rapper you know, a straight feast on a lame
And rock on a track, beast on the game
(Damn right I'm on my grind)
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
(Damn right I'm on my grind) one, two, one, two, mic check
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
I'm still livin' life in the fast lane
Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley
And Woody thinkin' how to rob a cash train
Shittin' on ho's that'll act fain
'Til the whole world know his last name (wait a minute)
Still spit like it ain't no tomorrow
It ain't over y'all, underrated so I overcharge
Ol' Dodge, radio off, fuck a station
Get to know me through the music, not a publication (naw)
It's no justification, mean enough with the waitin'
I lost all my trust and my patience
That came without the crown or the chair or the robe
Nigga, I don't care what you sow (wait a minute)
They let the beast outta the cage, look at the hunger
Gotcha self into some shit, look at the plunger
I'm talkin' 'cause I'm livin' it, entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit
Though a few haters wanna Kinder it
I'm comin' with some different shit
An' these offices all about my paper, that's that Dunder Mifflin shit
Rapper on 'roids, sick with the thoughts
But managed to keep my name out the mention report
See I'ma inspiration for a whole generation
Even when I'm gone, but my message is indication
Then you too can attain the unattainable
(But) fuck tryna explain the unexplainable
Fuck
Don't talk to me nigga, know what I mean
Who the fuck am I to try to explain some shit to niggas
I ain't no fuckin' professional and I ain't no teacher
I ain't one of the old heads to get high and start kickin' dollars, fuck niggas
Get your own experience nigga
Don't lean on me
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed
A rapper you know, a straight feast on a lame
And rock on a track, beast on the game
(Damn right I'm on my grind)
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
(Damn right I'm on my grind)
(Look like some shit is on my mind)
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Writer(s): Christopher Gallien
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