P. Blackk - Bummin' Rides lyrics

[Intro] Wonderful music, yes [Verse 1] Yeah, we everywhere you go you can't ignore us Ladies they adore us, fly and fresh from the floor up I need less hype, more buzz,"What you drinking on?" I ain't buyin', got an album out I ain't lyin' She lookin' at me like, "Why he so cool?" The only reason cause I ain't tryin', it's easy to me I beat up the beat, I do it the way you supposed to Talk mad sh** but not social, crazy boy gone postal Started off all local, now I'm bout to go global November came I went loco, I'm crazy n***a I told you I don't smoke but my folks do, I got a drug flow But I'm dope too, I never lie I'm so true I k** tracks but that's old news I k** tracks and it's cold proof, I go ham and whole foods I look fresh in those shoes, and I been real since '02 You know them rappers nowadays be sayin' nothin' See I ain't got time for all they steady frontin' They busy talkin' sh** but they don't really want it I just run it, but you runnin' from it [Hook] G-R-I-N-D, (what) What's that spell? That's grind I got money on my mind, yeah that's money on my mind uh D-R-I-V-E, (what) What's that spell? That's drive On a road to the riches, no you can't hitch a ride Said you got to do your own thing, got to do your own thing On a road to the riches homie tell me what you gone bring Said you got to do your own thing, got to do your own thing The grind never stops homie, what you waitin' for mane? [Verse 2] Uh, you can't really reach for nothin', you cuffin' You either in or out, you bout it or you bluffin' I planned it all out there ain't no lucky nothin' n***a you get it if you really want it What you think I'm here for, ? that I can't do Went from n***as sleepin' on me To tell me one thing that I ain't prove See I got these dreams homie and I'm bout to achieve them all The fact that I'm breathing means I'm here for a reason Y'all, I last long, I hear y'all sh** and fast forward But n***as gotta rewind me Boy I'm G-R-I-N-D-I-N-G, n***a that's grindin' Pops says it's all about timing I ain't going unless I'm flyin' in Cause I got to make my entrance not to mention that all eyes on me Got a lot of fam that I can't see strugglin' So I spit it from the gut, makin' motherf**as feel it in they stomach I done said it before that I ain't got no time for frontin' If they hate, I let them hate because I love it [Hook] G-R-I-N-D, (what) What's that spell? That's grind I got money on my mind, yeah that's money on my mind uh D-R-I-V-E, (what) What's that spell? That's drive On a road to the riches, no you can't hitch a ride Said you got to do your own thing, got to do your own thing On a road to the riches homie tell me what you gone bring Said you got to do your own thing, got to do your own thing The grind never stops homie, what you waitin' for mane? [Raz Fresco] Uh, everybody want to rap, they don't know how the game is How the pain is, they just trying to be famous FA-ME lifestyle changes, need bread, need cake, sit dangerous If your aimin', outside of the average, outside of my cla**es Getting blunted, give a f** what a teacher got to ask him I'm wavy off this 40, ribs touchin' like they horny Born at the bottom a n***a dreamed that I'm soaring I ain't on but n***as think I am, think I have Space for em, only got space for the Space Jam Jordans I'm sportin', So I just hit that gas Twist that gra** as time pa** as I steeze fresher CD over my bed, that's my Native American dream catcher You be Hefner, you hang with b**hes My main team be straigt G's, I'm not rapping I'm painting You not rapping, you faking n***a It cost to be the boss but you ain't payin' nothin' I give it everything until I get somethin' And when I say I'm grindin' man I ain't bluffin' I'm heavy on my sh** man [Hook/Outro] G-R-I-N-D, (what) What's that spell? That's grind I got money on my mind, yeah that's money on my mind uh D-R-I-V-E, (what) What's that spell? That's drive On a road to the riches, no you can't hitch a ride Said you got to do your own thing, got to do your own thing On a road to the riches homie tell me what you gone bring Said you got to do your own thing, got to do your own thing The grind never stops homie, what you waitin' for mane?