Oddisee - Another's Grind lyrics

[Hook:] Y'all know my steez, y'all know my style, I keep it gritty Y'all know my means, y'all know my how, I rep my city No time to sleep, the time is now, I get it quickly I don't care about another man's grind, it's all about... [Verse 1: Oddisee] I'm a dude about his paper, always kinda been If I was doin anything, see, I was tryina win And if there was no competition, listen I would make myself the opposition Fencin with the grind within It's just my nature, nurture is the way of haters Learn to like me, I'm connected to the kind of men That could make ya, break ya Ties to the underworld, lies with a cover girl Lies to the other girl home sendin texts like, 'What time you in?' Reply later, the studio be my groupie ho In her all night, tryina get my song right Hopin that my verse was tight like my first was First the bus, then the drop, first the buzz, then the top Happen any other way and you will smack the surface I'm prepared for the wayward climb And unaware of other ways to grind [Hook] [Verse 2: Oddisee] Knowin when to hold 'em, man, knowin when to fold 'em, man Word to Kenny Rogers, n***a, you should learn to dodge a n***a That ain't got no focus, man, that there is a hopeless man That ain't got no rod, so n***as fishing for a problem and That ain't my concern, took a couple times to learn Reputation for the fakin is the only thing you earn If the promises you makin you ain't keepin, then in turn For the effort ain't remembered but the failure will be burned In the memory of enemies disguised as your peers If you ever drop the ball - that disguise disappears So I learned to minimize n***as that get inside my enterprise I find that's the way to stay clear Yeah, handle biz with my partners like a Beretta spray Cause everybody f**in with me's in a better place Yeah, we doin more than gettin by Fixed time to get an infinite supply It's all about mine [Hook] [Verse 3: Tranqill] There's two types of brothers in this world that we live in The ones that love to hate and the ones that be gettin Stacks, cause ain't no place like business Stay up on my grind, no waste, no pigeons Pops taught me well, but them streets got the better Ghetto black youth vocalize for that cheddar Meals didn't come, so was out with the fellas Copped a few crumbs, ( ? ) jealous Comin straight ( ? ) get the finger out the nose All I know is hard work, dedication and yeah it shows Never paid mind to chickens or peoples I didn't know As long as paper comin in you see the smile to a glow Hey, always ( ? ) no recliner Focused on my dreams, major ( ? ) The stakes are high, never mind I'ma find ya Point the finger at his lung, trust that man is minor