Roney - Grindin lyrics

[Intro] What the f** it is n***a? [Hook: Roney] Grindin' that's the motto we live by Put time in, playin' games we got no time, grind! Till I stack so high, ride! For all the n***a's who are close by If you rained out please stay on the Roy side Big gun eagle eye, that'll get you so fried, grind! That's the motto we live by, ride! Till, all of your foes die [Verse 1: KeeLow] Yo I tell these act sick like my n***as won't air you, or talked up till you see me creepin' in your rear view So I dare you, if it's me you wanna harm G' shots make your heart stop I'm out in a heartbeat Always on my feet cause n***as snake for the right price, tourin' these dark streets I keep it close like a nightlight When I let it go they takin' off like a race, n***as always rat why you think this mask on my face? Why you think I'm on this block makin' cash different ways? Nippin' peoples heads and shots pushing back your waves Your mom catchin' graves when my n***as say they laugh But it's a straight face when I stick em' for they stash Yo, cause John knows I got some stacks at my base But I'm still robbin' n***as like I'm flat out my face Still shootin' shots, no shoes get em' laced, do this thing dirty get away with no trace [Hook: Roney] Grindin' that's the motto we live by Put time in, playin' games we got no time, grind! Till I stack so high, ride! For all the n***a's who are close by If you rained out please stay on the Roy side Big gun eagle eye, that'll get you so fried, grind! That's the motto we live by, ride! Till, all of your foes die [Verse 2: Roney] Yo, I'll ride out for the close ones, crunch time, do time for the close ones When it comes down in the long run, you n***as broke I'm the man with the long gun Your f**in' with the wrong one, if my n***as broke I'mma break bread I'mma get you smoked out like a dope head, n***a n***a Old-E from this chrome led You owe me, pay me or I flip beds anything I find is mine, then I'm a jet! Certain n***as shouldn't chip better off with a cheque Certain n***as shouldn't grip freeze when they see says, freeze when they see goonies But it's nothin' like the movie, bunch a young yutes with nothin' but a toolie But will still on our f**ery, and the streets dun cuff me, I'm countin' money got me feelin' so lucky Still feelin' cursed cause I sleep with a duppy, you n***as all sweet and me I'm on my munchies Munchies, I mean on my grungy, so come try slump me, I love guns, and my gun loves me Strap on my side like a wife and a huggy, day shift night shift no Kid Cudi rubber band money Stack by the 50's come try jack me I brought the strap with me