Young Cellski - On The Grind lyrics

Cellski: It's 94' and I'm back on the scene and my mean mug is on Lookin at n***as mean Maybe cause a n***a was born and raised to be a banger When I was young the OG's knew I was gone be a gangsta Because I lived on the block that turned into the dope spot Never thought a n***a would be selling white rocks Because if I did wouldn't be a bad a** kid Been in the dope game since about nine or ten At 13 a n***a was a young OG started pimpin hoes By the age of 14, by 15 and 16 bout the age when a n***a Got serious cause it was time to bang In and out of juvenile all the f**ing time The only thing I do when I get out is get on my grind Cause every time I go to the hall I go broke You know how it is when your f**ing family smokes In and out of your room going through your drawers and sh** But I don't really trip cause I got some other sh** Stashed in my b**h house just for the dope drought Man-oh-man I can't wait til I get out Cause it's gone be serious when a n***a hit the turf I got a half a thang and you know it's probably worth about 20G's and that's all on my mind So a n***a gotta get pumped to get on the grind Hook: A n***as on his g I gotta sell d so I can get a ki A n***as on his g A n***as on his g I gotta get a ki so I can be Fe' Verse Two: Mister Cee: Like 2Took this is strictly for my n***as getting paid But you player haters you ain't gettin nothing but shot and laid In the motherf**in dirt by a young n***a that's Puttin in much work But my mind is strictly on coppin ki's I don't wanna sell 20 shots all my life like some OG's Still running wild with that crack sack f** Superfly, sh**, it's all about the New Jacks I got two O's in the back of my truck Guess I spent a hunk so I can't be punk About my motherf**in money cause I got a dope case In court I got a car to fix plus a dank habit to support sh**, I'm picking em' up breaking em' down Kinda swiftly n***as say slow down but n***as better miss me Catch 2Took quick for the [?] But your not a Bay n***a but your bout to get checked A young n***as on his grind all the f**in time Everybody got their's so why can't I get mine And when your selling dank all your homies wanna get A 5 by the ten or 5 by the eighth here And I need a new hook up for the state fair Cause your hoe and that hoe and more hoes will be there But a punk b**h I pay her no mind Cause I rather be married to my mother f**in grind Hook Third Verse: Cellski: Havin things my way but I gotta hustle to make A livin it ain't like back in the days when everybody Was making a k**ing Making sale after sale major clientele And everybody walking around the turf with much mail Nowadays n***as gotta get what they can Because there's too many n***as trying to be the man Back in the days a hundred dollars was a lot to me But nowadays a n***a be thinking bout some G's Trying to stack what I can on a money mission And spend this sh** especially on these punk b**hes Hoes always trying to get over and cage ya I think you better call Mr. Captain Save-A Cause a n***a can't play that role Even if a n***a's ballin outta control I got 99 problems and a b**h ain't one Still trying bounce the cage with crumbs, beyatch