Papoose - G Rind (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Maybach Music! I'm on that grind This that g rind Let's grind [Hook: Papoose] Maintaining, ain't complaining (x2) Got to get it, I'ma take it (x2) Told my family we gon' make it (x2) I made a promise, I won't break it (Never break my promise) I'm on that g rind (I'm on that g rind) I'm on that g rind (I'm on that g rind) I'm on that g rind (I'm on that g rind) I'm on that g rind Grind (x9) [Verse 1: Papoose] Homie, I stay on that G rind This is the way I was designed Grew up on welfare, hell yeah Heard when that EBT card said "declined" Bragging about how you drink wine Can't see the struggle cause he's flyin' Had to eat Manwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches Momma stood on the free cheese line Cops say they wanna decrease crime Send me up north and freeze time Go for the cash, I walk with a mask Move forward too fast, no rewind Let's get this dough, [?] I know it's great, you won't beat mine Get the bread back cause I'm throwing head cracks And you throwing the deuces like peace signs This is how we do on the East side Add up the money and divide Run with the wolves, gorillas and k**ers You p**y a** n***a, you're feline Claiming you hustle but he lied Get rich or die trying, you decide No cause I'm gully, gun loaded with dummies You owe me some money, I need mine [Hook: Papoose] [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Unh These n***as know I'm surrounded by bangers These n***as know I don't f** with strangers In my hood, n***a, shoot first or get shot In my hood, shoot first, n***a, or you get shot I don't f** with cops or p**y n***as I'm on my grind, n***a chasing mine Money on my mind and I can't complain I'm a country n***a selling Mary Jane With a big old chain and a Rolex Work out, no Bowflex ClayCo, this a coke fest Keep B's around me, keep C's around me, keep G's around me Yes, the Lord is by me I'm g**ning, your whole clique hanging Big dog, you a small n***a, I shoot first before I call it, n***a I shoot first before I call it, n***a G-G-Grind, shine, grind, shine All I know is just hustle (SQUAD!) [Hook: Papoose] [Verse 3: Gunplay] On my G rind, you can't see mine My check deposits, yours got denied My work be t**ng all by itself I got that A plus. They got that F You ain't no grinder, you just a rhymer You just a llama, to me, beef just salami f** all your feelings and how you feel Cause how I live, I eat what I k** Relying on my eye and all this crime in my mind Baby momma on my nerves, better make something happen on these curbs Trying to bust and get served Trying to bust me a swerve All I want, all I need is what a living legend deserves [Hook: Papoose]