Big K.R.I.T., Max Minelli - On My Grind lyrics

Young Krizzle, I'm back like that man!
Man we hustled all this dope
Just like them niggas hustle that cocaïne

I'm on my grind baby, sun-up to sunset
I gotta hustle daily
Take care there's nothin' left
They said I'd never make it
They said I'd never blow
Now I just chunk the deuce and dream of 24's
Shawty I gotta go, I see you when I see ya
Out of these non-believers
I gotta make believers
I never been a follower
I always been a leader
That's why I sell this music
Like trappers sell cocaïne

I want that good life, I'm talkin' dope money
Without the jump-out boys, snitches
And long gunners
I'm sayin' I need millions like I need breath
And we don't run 'round youngin'
We take steps
Trying to avoid death, anything for a rep
No college degree but we be the hood chefs
Takin' from the hood until there
Ain't a hood left
Searchin' for chickens to give
Up they goodness for a little change
She'll give you a little brain
But, if she catch you slippin'
Brains on your woodgrain
And this a hood thing
Don't think you can't get got
And just cause you're paid
Don't think you can't get shot
I show you what it's like
To live a hustlin' life
You'll be the king of your city
That's if you hustle right
Don't be a lame nigga
Listen and pay attention
Play the game until you're winnin'
That's how you make a livin'

I'm on my grind baby, sun-up to sunset
I gotta hustle daily
Take care there's nothin' left
They said I'd never make it
They said I'd never blow
Now I just chunk the deuce and dream of 24's
Shawty I gotta go, I see you when I see ya
Out of these non-believers
I gotta make believers
I never been a follower
I always been a leader
That's why I sell this music
Like trappers sell cocaïne

I swear to tell the truth
My hand on my heart the pain in my brain
The struggle in my thoughts
My momma on my mind
Know she prayin' and hopin'
Hundred dollars away from being
Broke but we copin'
I got my window open, my city never sleep
It ain't no turnin' back from
Head-first in the streets
You know that grit-ass game
Yea I'm in it deep
My heart pumps soldier blood through
Me when it beat my new shit gonna make the
Trunk rattle when it beat
I don't slang it but I can show
You where to get it cheap
I don't know you and you
Don't know me either, so we even
But, I'm willin' to die for
Everything I believe in
It ain't no better feelin' than
Seeing my daughter smile
Don't wanna see none of the shit
I had to come up 'round
Niggas don't wanna put no work
In but they wanna shine
I put the blueprints in my rhyme
Nigga on my grind

I'm on my grind baby, sun-up to sunset
I gotta hustle daily
Take care there's nothin' left
They said I'd never make it
They said I'd never blow
Now I just chunk the deuce and dream of 24's
Shawty I gotta go, I see you when I see ya
Out of these non-believers
I gotta make believers
I never been a follower
I always been a leader
That's why I sell this music
Like trappers sell cocaïne