Grindin'

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James Gardner

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[Verse 1]
See where I’m from I see a lot of anguish
Pains of different races, but it’s all the same language.
I’m a hood boy, known as a product of the system
See it all as a game, just controls and consoles different
They want me to go to school, better education.
Become employed by others and wind up begging for a raise and 
All the while I’m working and my bones start hurting.
They know I can’t afford to leave. They smiling and they smirking
Pays not good but not too bad. I gotta leave ‘em.
And the debt accumulated got you stealing every weekend.
All the while, you working and you hurting and you bitching
Ya can’t get another job ‘cause you a product of the system
Fam can’t help you and the streets can’t either
So you try to find hope. You looking for a preacher.
Real recognize real. You in the streets, he in a condo.
Fly whip. Lil’ jewelry hanging longer than a trombone.
Putting those collections towards his everyday living.
Sitting back not working and he splurging when he spending.
Only one that’s there when you get into some trouble
Is the long nosed pump. Yea that uno and the double.
So who you think, when I turn, gonna be first the one
Sad thing I trust people less than I do a gun
I’ve tried and quite frankly I’m sick of all the trying.
Talking, I can see the front but not the back of your mind.
So all them thoughts that’s swirling in the cut
Might be my downfall. Maybe running out of luck.
Might try to hit me up before I finish of a sentence
But my guard like secret service. Always at attendance.

[Chorus]
I can give a f*ck about your thoughts when you looking at me
I’ve been judged by all except for the powers that be
Americas only a dream for the rich man.
It’s a prison for the poor. So it’s a prison for this man.
So what I gotta do? (grind it)
When I’m partying (grind it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by one motto. 
‘cause I hustle for today. So I can grind it hard for tomorrow

[Verse 2]
On the strip with the shit. Moon beating me home.
Not dating no bitch. Not needing cologne.
Got the smell of the outsides. Steam from the manholes.
Car exhaust, wet grass and the van smoke.
Long sleeves with the backpack
Cargo pants with mad pockets to pack that
Chilling up in your hood. Up to no good.
Pump through your hood. Put a pump to your hood.
Get merc’d for the sales man.
I flip shit like a fertilizer salesman. 
See me. GT. All black leather. Black seats.
Black dash. Black gat in the G. C.
Something in the headrest. Something in the trunk
Act up and I’ll be putting someone in the trunk. 
Eyes green. I’m only looking for the money man.
The money (money) money. Mad agents like a moneygram

[Chorus]
I can give a f*ck about your thoughts when you looking at me
I’ve been judged by all except for the powers that be
Americas only a dream for the rich man.
It’s a prison for the poor. So it’s a prison for this man.
So what I gotta do? (grind it)
When I’m partying (grind it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by one motto. 
‘cause I hustle for today. So I can grind it hard for tomorrow

[Verse 3]
(Grinding) In the morning. (Grinding) In the evening
(Grinding) On the weekday. (Grinding) On the weekend
(Grinding) Every time I think of new businesses.
Now it’s a new addition. New money. New benefits
Building it and milking it until I reach the end of it
Work for someone else? I can do without the visiting.
I… Me… Myself… Cut my own checks (What else)
I… Me… Myself… Set my own best (What else)
I… Me… Myself… Setting up shop
So you and all others need to Level up stock
Oh now you mad? And you wishing that you could?
As hard as I worked for this, shit I wish a n***a would.
You wishing that you would
Others whispering you should
Try me, you’ll be the next n*** missing in the hood
Shit out of luck like swallowing clovers
Better listen to that angel that’s sitting on your shoulders.

[Chorus]
I can give a f*ck about your thoughts when you looking at me
I’ve been judged by all except for the powers that be
Americas only a dream for the rich man.
It’s a prison for the poor. So it’s a prison for this man.
So what I gotta do? (grind it)
When I’m partying (grind it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by one motto. 
‘cause I hustle for today. So I can grind it hard for tomorrow

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