Joe Budden - On My Grind lyrics

Uh, can't even really be rap
You can't even really act like you
Gotta get it in without a, uh
(Wait a minute) , yeah!
Cocksuckers! (oh yeah) , pause, hahaha
(Uh, mic check one two, one two) - 4X
It's ya man, Joey!
Reportin live from the slums (wait a minute)
Reportin live from the belly of the beast
(wait a minute)
Reportin live from a hood near you
(it's, it's) or maybe not so near you
Now, l-look, look

First off, I'm not competin
I'm more like stampedin
I'm more like steamrollin (or)
More like puttin my foot on the neck of
The game until I see it chokin
I hold on for dear life (I mean, uh)
The flow is air tight and


The bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, fuck music
It's a art to son let's rewind, see, I was
Born in the projects, left for a new hood
Jetted to a new state, lookin for a new pace
Diamond in the rough
I stood out amongst the fugaz'
Swear a friend a mine
Headlined every news page
(cheah) , with dreams of bein wealthy
You now checkin out the New
Jersey version of Peter Petrelli but wait
With a little Travis Barker on the side
Cause when it all falls down
I normally survive
I'm tryin to see a new tax bracket
So I'll never have to grab 'matics
I ain't concerned with no rap racket (ah)
So y'all could take my name through
The mud and drag it spread it to the masses
(I'm a) , I still play it passive (yeah)
I got no choice but walk around
With the lead on me
Life is way too short, too many dead homies
(or) plus with all the money I invest
Everyday a nigga die for less (so)
So if a nigga wanna go to war
Wave hi to death
I mean he lives right next to me
So he ain't a threat to me

He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed
What rapper you know
That straight feast on a lame
And rock on a track, beast on the game
(Damn right I'm on my grind
Look like some shit is on my mind) - 2X

I'm still livin life in the fast lane (oh)
Still plottin on my big money scheme
Like he Wesley and Woody thinkin
How to rob a cash train
Shittin on hoes that'll act vain
'Til the whole world know his last name
(wait a minute)
Still spit like it ain't no tomorrow
It ain't over y'all
Underrated so I overcharge
Old Dodge, radio off, fuck a station
Get to know me through the music
Not a publication (nah)
It's no justification (but a)
I mean enough with the waitin (I mean I)
I lost all my trust and my patience
That came without the crown or
The chair or the robe
Nigga, I don't care what you sold
(wait a minute)
They let the beast out of the cage
Look at the hunger
Got yourself into some shit
Look at the plunger
I'm talkin cause I'm livin it (oh)
Entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit
Though a few haters wanna hinder it
I'm comin with some different shit
And these offices all about my paper
That's that Dunder Mifflin shit
Rapper on 'roids, sick with the thoughts
(but) but managed to keep my name
Out the Mitchell Report
See I'm a, inspiration for a whole generation
Even when I'm gone but
My message in syndication
Then you too can attain the unattainable
(but)
But fuck tryin to explain the unexplainable

Nigga, fuck uh, done talkin to these niggas
Nahmean? Who the fuck am I to try
To explain some shit to niggas?
I ain't no fuckin professor or nothin
I ain't a teacher
I ain't one of the old heads that
Get high and just start kickin knowledge
Fuck niggas! Get your own experience nigga
Don't lean on me