[Intro:] If you grind hard enough If you grind long enough If you grind hard enough
[Verse 1:] Oh Lord, I woke up this morning and started praying And only niggas feeling my pain, know what I'm saying Dear Lord, street life ain't no game, know what I'm saying It's for my money really, fuck the fame and I ain't playing See I passed the rock a couple of times, let me assist Nigga me and ya'll together how the fuck we gone miss Nigga all we worry about is how the fuck they gone flip Come thru in dem drop things, I swear to god they gone trip Beat the haters, Beat the feds, now that's gotta be a sign Smoke da blunt and left the body, Right and loose my mind Hit the booth and spazzed out, almost lost my mothafuckin' mind Might fuck these hoes, get on my mothafuckin' grind Sleep is the cousin of death and I'm alive Thug Motivation plus inspiration equals survive They tryna rob you for ya success with no disguise I know that shit was hard on you Young and where ya ride
[Hook:] (If you grind hard enough) You could stack a few mil' nigga make it out the streets like me (If you grind strong enough) You could be a trap star nigga be on TV and keep it G (If you grind long enough) You could take care of your nephews and your nieces and your moms and your girl (If you grind hard enough) You could stand on top, tell these hatin ass niggas It's Tha World
[Verse 2:] I'm on deck, on point, I'm straight, I'm cool Dropped the whole 500, drop dat old school Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules Hey, when I was in the streets I ain't see those dudes All I know, come through use the kitchen do the dishes Block hot say ya prayers say ya mothafuckin' wishes Jizzle what you do? you sick of hopping outta a Coupe? Cop a four door nigga hop up out it in a suit Giorgio Armani, still represent the struggle I'm in this Giorgio Armani, still represent the hustle See the man made the clothes, clothes never made the man And if a nigga tell you different, he ain't seen a hundred grand All I heard is what I couldn't do, All I heard is what I couldn't be Yet I'm still determined on these niggas, just look at me Sometimes I lay up in my bed, think 'till my head hurt Fuck rest I rather stress, yeah we call that bad work
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[Verse 3:] Okay now fuck that bullshit, get off ya mothafuckin' ass You working with us Yup, you grind a mothafuckin' a half And when you grind a half You pay ya mothafuckin' staff And then u take the hood You do the mothafuckin' math Now fuck that bullshit, get off ya mothafuckin' ass Get off ya fucking ass Nigga stack ya fuckin cash And when you grab ya You pay ya mothafuckin' staff And then u paid the world You do the mothafuckin' math
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