[VERSE]
Riding for the grind
Switching on all of the lines
People all around
Going to A to B
Some of them are rich but most come from the streets
At least on my line
Some have a 9-5
Some do it for crime
Others go to cla** but we all do it for the grind
Trying to make it
From the doctors to the street monsters
All sorts of different hustlers
Trying to make life the best as possible
Even if it´s not probable
Orange to red, red to green
It ain't always what it seems
Going back and forth
While you see the lowest of the low sleep
[Chorus]
Keep going like you are made of steel
Keep grinding on the rails
Moving fast, going straight, never backwards
Some do it for a dream, some for a dollar bill
Keep going like you are made of steel