Json - Till I die lyrics

[Hook: J-Son] Been through it all, that's why I grind hard Me against the world, back up against the wall Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall Imma get my fingers, better get yours This is my story, this is my hustle This is my grind, this is my struggle I see paper in my eyes That's why I'm grinding till i die [Verse 1: Pitbull] A superstar I am, I haven't dropped the cla**ic No illmatic, it was written, or I am Honest to the public, that I am Mr. 305, that I am A rapper I'm not, perhaps that's you A hater I'm not, perhaps that's you Signed a f**ed up deal, perhaps that's true But I owe my public, and, unlike you If you would look past, all my hits Notice when I say, all my hits Pits got a track record unlike them Money made me see my enemies Were really just my friends They ride in the beginning, but not to the end Money's what you got, not what you spend Listen to this verse here closely These boys off like bu*ter But they still wanna toast me Put your hands up nice and slowly This's a stick up, now pay me what you owe me TVT, now you know what it is Imma make your name worldwide For not paying us... sh**! [Hook] [Verse 2: Pitbull] My homeboys made house calls, kick in the doors Get you three strikes that's right, then they out yo I hear you take keys, but I doubt y'all They take weight when it's really like 8- balls Just like powder, yeah they soft Off the coke like ross, then that's how they cake yall Treat you like a git, make you take your J's off Hit you all night and make you take your days off Everyday's, different day in every state Different city, till you're caged in, never late A life of a hustler, a real street boy With a chopper, I'm street-sweet boys It happens too often down in, Dade county Story of my life, but I stay grounded These f**boys wanna play, but they stay grounded Allergic to paper, that's why they, not around me [Hook] [Verse 3: Trazz] [Hook]