[Talking]
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7-13 the truth, ok that's right
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We stuck out here in the streets nigga
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Still searching for a piece of mind
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The hustle is all we got, I'ma grind to the end nigga
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I take this shit to the limit, everything from my heart nigga
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[Lil' Keke]
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They say I'm still, one the best there is
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Been on the hustle getting paid, for some months over years
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Ask God every night, to remove my fears
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I done lost a whole lot, but had to lose them tears to switch gears
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A lot of niggaz, follow my lead
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My team strong fuck failing cause we must succeed, a rare breed
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Crazy, when I smoke that weed
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I guess these constant bad habits put my mind at ease, I gotta breathe
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The streets, get a lot of my time
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Got me praying real hard, for a piece of my mind
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Yeah I'm still pressing forward, fuck lagging behind
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Bout my bidness everyday, while these niggaz is crying and I ain't lying
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Mash cause I must get mine
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When your days get dark, you know it's tougher to shine
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Slow it down get your head right, then unwind
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Never gave up I stayed on the grind my nigga, it's my time
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[Chorus]
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I'm still one of the best of my kind
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Out here working, and I'm searching for a piece of my mind
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Lord knows, I'm out here hustling for the rest of my time
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Crawling back, and still looking for the front of the line I'm on the grind
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Hey this shit a grind (grind), this shit a grind (grind)
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This shit a grind, I can't stand wasting time
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So I'm getting mine (mine), I'm getting mine (mine)
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I'm getting mine, putting it all on the line
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[Propain]
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Yeah, was bred to get it in the hardest times
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Two options where I'm from, you either starve or grind
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Southside nigga, we was taught to shine
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Mind of a G bitch, hustling this heart of mine
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I'm dying, what you gon' do when that court decline
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And your gal bitching in your ear, because your daughter crying
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Grind, mayn a helping hand is hard to find
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You gotta hit these streets become a beast, morphing time
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Diamonds round my neck, same thang around my wrist
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Just a year ago, these niggaz claimed I wouldn't amount to shit
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Now me and my niggaz hopping off of planes, counting chips
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I went from getting hate, to treated like a king around this bitch
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I got my foot on they neck, and I won't let go
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And still pimping pens, till I'm platinum in the ghetto
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Yeah, I ain't stunting I ain't capping
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I'm just motivating these real niggaz, showing em it can happen I'm grinding
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[Chorus]
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[Mug]
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I swear I'm on a grind, on that all night shit
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Anything gotta be better, than them all white bricks
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Feds lurking through the neighborhood, gotta watch how I talk on the phone
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So much going through my mind, can't express it on one song
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I'm in the field as we speak, on my gorilla shit
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Seen myself on TV, I couldn't picture this
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Do it for the smell of success, that's fresh air
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You thinking bout tomorrow, I'm stacking for next year
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Kids need food, daddy stay on a mission
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So fuck getting a plate, I'm building my own kitchen
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Hungry all about my scratch, palms itching
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Haters sick thinking I won't explode, this bomb's ticking
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[Chorus]
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This A Grind
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| Lil' Keke |
