Grind Lyrics

JP

From the morning to night I've been on it, the grind don't stop

Running on a track getting to the top

Been wishing on my life if I make it or not

Creeping hard on my mind when I reach for the stars

Down in my life for a couple of time but I never stop

Know one day I'ma shine and I told my dawg that we stay up tonight

If the grind never miss then we up for a linin

My pack for a minute, homie you trippin

I payin' my rent and my school I done did it

My shawty I hit it and she like to tan

I work on the weekend I'm getting that ban

Stay restin' and shit doin' shit that you can't

Now I'm back in my bag chasing dreams, chasing cash

I can never be stopped now I cannot relax till I get to the top

And I gotta put all my G in that ban

Put my family in that mansion

Never give a fuck about the hate

Cause hate just motivate me to be greater

You gotta survive and get on your grind

The ultimate fail is you got never tried

And seen people give up and shit and they ended up missing

Cause you only got just one life

You got one life to make it right

Cause I been on this fight for a long time

Just trying to shine a light on myself

Now I overthinking shit that I can't let out

Sometime I wake up, feel like I'm tired

Now I have to get it straight before I break down

I been on it, the grind don't stop

Running on the track, getting to the top

Been wishing all my life if I make it or not

Creeping hard on my mic when I read for the stars

I've been down in my life for a couple of times

But I'll never stop, know one day I'ma shine

And I told my dawg that we stay up tonight

If the grind never miss then we up for a whole lot

Lambo truck, top a band for the coupe

Telling all my homies that we back to the loot

Know that boy cash, never stress in the booths

And I'm killing all my enemies cause I don't wanna shoot

You a casualty, enemy

Brain that I never eat, I never sleep

I'm chilling with the family like casually

I do it for the gang cause my homie got mouths to feed

I put my G in that band

My homie gotta eat in that mansion

First class flight, took a trip to see London

Don't wanna fuck a bitch raw, I need a condom

That's why I got a stack up on my bankroll

Know that hoe she wanna fuck just for the fame though

And I made it out of Mustard, out of Campbell

But a nigga show me love, I don't know it's fake though

Grindo style, grindo style, grindo style

Yeah, grindo style, grindo style