The Grind - Roadie Rose, J Stone

Talk about it first, then you go and do it

God gave you all that shit, you better use it

Up in the fast lane, I be gettin' to it

Every girl like, God damn, you love your music

It’s therapeutic, like when I need to shoot it

Played basketball, way before I was wearin' blue and

They’re like, where this nigga came from?

Oh he from the hood, like where you get your name from?

I’m authentic;

nigga, that car rented

I tell the truth, a nigga really about to fall in it

I’m gettin' money, hoes love that shit

Flow so sick, why you don’t fuck with Nip?

It’s all determined, I gotta keep climbing

Gotta show the world, nigga, I ain’t no Frankie Lymon

Baby it’s all about your grind

It ain’t about what cuz can do all the time

Fuck school, never played by the rules, I’m makin' moves

Stumped down, ten toes in these shoes, nothin' to lose

Collect revenue;

twenty-five eight life, I never snooze

I stay winnin', I could never lose

Get your bread, get your cheddar, fool

Stack it up is what you better do

You get money, you eat better food

You cash out, you rock better jewels

You learn how to play chess, you make better moves

My flow is cold, niggas gon' need a windbreaker

And life’s a bitch, she go wherever the wind take her

I been thinkin' 'bout Ben Franklins

I was only ten countin' Jacksons with my friends, it got greater later

Now I only roll with bosses and paper chasers

I’m tryin' have that, cop the landing on the skyscraper

Throwin' money in the air, call it fly paper

Get rich, nigga, now or later

Stone