The Grind Lyrics

The Grind lyrics

(Pep Love)

Uhhh

We don't give a fuck about ya

Makin the dolla makin ya holla

Breakin all of the rules

To turn it out yall

Awaken the scholar

The priest the popes

Without a doubt yall

They can douse yall

With dreams and hopes in the sky

Beyond the clouds

Beyond the crowds and the shrouds

In disguise

Bullshit, endless lies

Manifest destiny tries the best in me

Eyes focused upon the prize

Mucho dinero needed for me to proceed

With careful strokes of genius

Feedin my family

Fiendish for the feeling of a Franklin

Fearful of no man

But self in self is no man

I'm an anomaly known as spirit

And when I'm in need

I express fresh, thresh the field

Assess my yield

From what I did apply my will

Still I pray

For each and every bill I pay

With diligent intent to get skrilla

All the illegitimate need

Is to feel a little bit of success

Acquisition get em out that

Position of stress on ya mind

Got money on mine, wheelin and dealin

The new design for your appeal and delight

Dynamite for good times

And granite for negativity

The planet is mine

We on the grind



Chorus:



Constant elevation

Swimmin in my amenities

Livin with ease

(Dollar bill yall)

The only color is green

Know what I mean?

From dusk till dawn

It's still on



My exponential growth expands

Extra potential both

Detrimental and essential don't

Brand it candid let your kinfolks

Conceptualize the uprising

Metropolitic enterprising

Look into my eyes and realize

The size capitalize ya lives

And don't recognize the plots

They would devise to stop

The money mission cuz my intuition

Guides me not from the payin

I'm obeyin my call

Parlayin my skill, playin my ball

Relayin the all is in yall

Fizzin and bubblin through ya conscience

Ambition ya mission accomplished

Dividends invested

We livin in an adolescent time of mankind

At a lessened standards of life

That I must attain

Reparations so I step with patience

Much to gain, plus

Bust the same passionate prose

And mash for the cash in it

With imaginative magical masterpieces

Listenin in position to blitz and bomb

The bitch in you individuals

Don't let it get you in a critical situation

With your ass out ancient

Stay original and get ya dough

Inclined to find yourself

A little bit richer, livin divine

We on the grind



Chorus (2x)



My empty hands tempt me

To implement these plans

Blueprints and templates for power movements

Poetical concrete, gems in my hymns

Form jewels in my DNA, strands in my stanzas

Transfer to me in a question and answer

Combined in blindin speed, further advancement

Infinite amount of choices, limited chances

Don't be timid intimidated and disenchanted

Step in the arena chumps, raise ya lances

Prepare to joust but first put on ya dancin

Shoes to hit the canvas

Stand up and fight, we get ya hyped

Cuz hip hop is propaganda

Tools that I brandish

Can dish panic and manic depressiveness

Get ya lost like Atlantis

We forge ahead for the advantage

Of federal notes, rockin ya boats

Leavin ya beats in bandages



Chorus (2x)