[Paul Wall]
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I'm on the grind, trying to make paper stack up
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And if I slip and fall, then I get back up
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A two piece, any hater that wanna act up
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And if boxing don't work, a glock got my back up pimping
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Talking down, is a thing of the past
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Instead of tripping off of me, you should be getting your cash
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I got a lot of paparazzi, trying to see through my glass
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Well peep game I'm bout to teach class, listen to me
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I'm a hustler, with only one thing on my mind
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And that's getting all that's mine, while I'm in my prime
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Whether it's legal or a crime, the police still blind
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Cause I'm quiet and hush-hush, like a mime
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I'm gon shine, but not till the appropriate time
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So I nickel and dime, every lick I find
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If I fall in a bind, my inventory still fine
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I never let a slump, influence the way I grind baby
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[Hook]
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All day and every night, I think about one thang
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Stacking my change, and that ain't never gon change
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I got plans for running game, until the money is drained
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Putting rocks in my ring, and ride a drop on swangs
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Steady hustling on the grind, out here doing my thang
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I'm just trying to maintain, how many licks I could stang
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But these boys who talking loud, they ain't got nothing to say
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But I ain't worried, I'm just trying to get paid
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm on the grind, I hustle everyday all day
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I'm trying to shine, with muscle and show off parque
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I lost time in the struggle, so I grind always
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Cause on my mind, I'm making up for lost pay
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I'm using my past for inspiration, when I was broke
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I had dreams and aspirations, influenced by hope
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I get up get out and get it, while I can cause I might get jammed
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Life don't always go, the way that you plan
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Instead of ducking the undercovers, or snoring undercovers
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I'm climbing out the underground, increasing my numbers
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24/7 I grind, ain't no time for sleep
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Cause if you snooze you lose, and if you sleep you won't eat pimping
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I go and get it, being broke I ain't with it
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A different hustle every minute, if I said it I did it
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I can't let no critic, influence my mash for paper
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I grind major I'ma shine later, holla playa
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[Hook]
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm on the grind, I worked for everything that I got
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I go and get it while it's hot, I'm on the block nonstop
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Cause I remember, when I didn't have didly squat
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And I'm not, trying to make a U-turn from the top pimping
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It ain't no time, for relationships
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Cause 99 percent of dips, will try to take your chips
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Ain't no slipping in my pimping, or slacking on my macking
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These boys lazy Cadillac'ing, while I'm greenback stacking
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Cause, while they in they bed catching they Z's
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I'm in the streets, trying to catch me some G's
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I gotta go and get all that I'm worth, cause being broke hurt
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And I ain't got time for shooting the breeze, check me out
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I hustle like a fiend, cause I'm addicted to cash
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I can't let my window, of oppritunity pass
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It really ain't no telling, how long my money gon last
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So I mash and get it fast, first class for real
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[Hook - 2x]
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Tryin' To Get Paid
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| Paul Wall |
