J. Stone - The Grind lyrics

[Verse 1: Roadie Rose] Talk about it first, then you go and do it God gave you all that sh**, you better use it Up in the fast lane, I be gettin' to it Every girl like, God damn, you love your music It's therapeutic, like when I need to shoot it Played basketball, way before I was wearin' blue and They're like, where this n***a came from? Oh he from the hood, like where you get your name from? I'm authentic; n***a, that car rented I tell the truth, a n***a really about to fall in it I'm gettin' money, hoes love that sh** Flow so sick, why you don't f** with Nip? It's all determined, I gotta keep climbing Gotta show the world, n***a, I ain't no Frankie Lymon Baby it's all about your grind It ain't about what cuz can do all the time [Chorus] [Verse 2: J. Stone] f** school, never played by the rules, I'm makin' moves Stumped down, ten toes in these shoes, nothin' to lose Collect revenue; twenty-five eight life, I never snooze I stay winnin', I could never lose Get your bread, get your cheddar, fool Stack it up is what you better do You get money, you eat better food You cash out, you rock better j**els You learn how to play chess, you make better moves My flow is cold, n***as gon' need a windbreaker And life's a b**h, she go wherever the wind take her I been thinkin' 'bout Ben Franklins I was only ten countin' Jacksons with my friends, it got greater later Now I only roll with bosses and paper chasers I'm tryin' have that, cop the landing on the skyscraper Throwin' money in the air, call it fly paper Get rich, n***a, now or later Stone