Scarface, Z-Ro - On My Grind lyrics

When I was in the sixth grade
These niggas was bitch made
They was thinking science
I was thinking get paid
I always kept a plan to get doe
Like selling the same shit I use
To steal from outta stop-n-go
I use to run a paper route
But that ain't pay me enough
I was still on the bus
My momma would always tell me don't
You rush to get old
But rarely did I listen to
The shit I was told i was a ghetto boy long
Before the rap group existed
I use to take my lunch money and pitch it
I stayed on suspension
I ain't fuckin' with school
Truant officers be chasin' me
I'd give 'em the blues
Hit the pipes off of Roomer
Just to pass the time
Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock
Stole me a wine get smashed and hit the bus
Stop when school let out
Get off at tina house and bust that cot
Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like
Fish in my pocket then back to the southside
Walking home from Watkins
I stopped to see the homies
Off of Huckala street
All you game in the front
Yard bumpin' this beat

Ever since I could remember I
Been on my grind all the time
Nothing but paper and pussy and the
Finer things on my mind i had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to
Go out and get it
And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it
My balls and my word told a
Nigga that the world was mine
That's why I stay on the grind

I remember when the dope game started up
Serving the hypes
I was seeing more dough than I
Ever seen in my life
I was rocking up eightballs
And knowing the shake
Kept a thousand in my pocket
Twenty more in the safe
I had my grandmother guessing how
I got that shit
Cause every other day I had to buy new kicks
Older cats steppin' to me as if I was the man
Getting telephone calls from
My uncle's friends
I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed
I was parking niggas frontin' me
And fucking they hoes
Eventually I moved out, rented a house
I'm stretching the dope
Cuttin' seventeen from an ounce
We cop ya pots fulla spray
I'm moving big weight
But that was back in the days
Nobody thought about a dope case
It's all mapped out, get in get out
They giving mutha fuckas ten
Years for each rock it's fucked ain't it
But, I'm lookin' at the
Picture they done painted
They hanging all these niggas who's
Careers was dope gamin'
The crack epidemic had you locked
If you was in it
And even if you stepped out with
Bread you couldn't spend it
In the beginning niggas had
They whole hoods flooded
Wit that Antonio Montana disease
Like "fuck it"
And drug wars just another day in the life
You fucked over me, I fucked you
Done gave me the right

Ever since I could remember I
Been on my grind all the time
Nothing but paper and pussy and the
Finer things on my mind i had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to
Go out and get it
And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it
My balls and my word told a
Nigga that the world was mine
That's why I stay on the grind

I'm up and down I10, with a car full of hens
Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz
Stopped short of my drop spot
By red lights flashing i'm dirty
And if he wants to search I'mma blast him
I roll the windows down so I
Can show him my hands wouldn't you know
The cop done pulled me over my man
I got a brand new plan take
This shit to the line
Stop an Sony's and give it back
I'll give you a dime
With ten thousand you can go
To work for a week
Take some time off to think
I'll even throw in a key
He stopped at the mo', I gave him the doe
Checked in my room then whooped out
The scale and the blow
There's a knock at the door
I grabbed the four-four
It was the homeboy who set me
Up down on the floor

Ever since I could remember I
Been on my grind all the time
Nothing but paper and pussy and the
Finer things on my mind i had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to
Go out and get it
And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it
My balls and my word told a
Nigga that the world was mine
That's why I stay on the grind